(The humiliation of Amanda and her daddy Big Dick Anderson continues)
Amanda and Dick were shitting bricks, and rightly so I suppose, since, as they say, what goes around comes around, and it was coming back now. They had no one else to blame but themselves, not only for a lifetime of wild, reckless ways that was coming back to bite them in the ass, but for their own arrogance. Seeing three generations of Latin beauties standing there you could definitely see the family resemblance between them all. You could forgive Amanda for not seeing it, she was just a kid, just like Consuela was, when they first met, but Dick had no excuse. The first time he set eyes on Rosalita after more than 30 years and he didn’t see the woman he abused, he just said he wished she was younger.
Dick and Amanda were arrogant bullies, to be sure, but it was more than just being thick that caused their downfall. Both Dick and Amanda were so wrapped up in themselves that they never paid much attention to their victims. If you gathered them all together and put them in a room neither Dick nor Amanda would be able to recognize any of them because all they ever thought about were themselves.
I’ll give you an example. There was this black fella, Benjamin, who came to town six or seven months back. He was a carpenter by trade, and was looking for work so he could get a stake and bring his momma and the rest of his family out west. He took any kind of work he could find, and everyone who hired him was duly impressed. He was a tireless worker, and if you wanted a string of fence laid out in a day he would be hard at work before the Sun came up. You could see him working out there, bald head shining in the hot Sun, sweat dripping off his strong body as he toiled away and he wouldn’t quit until the Sun went down, or the job was done. People were impressed and they started hiring him for carpentry work, and, in fact, he was responsible for the ornate woodwork in Consuela’s hotel and saloon.
Ben did wear his clothes a little tight, but unlike Amanda, who made a point of wearing clothes that were too tight, it seemed more a case of his clothes being old and worn, and he outgrew them.
Now we got a lot of single fellas in town, working at the ranches or mines, and most of them, far from home, tend to gravitate towards South Street, and Ben was no different. He was just a guy trying to make his way in the world, just like the rest of us, and he was a big guy, not as big as Dick, standing a little over 6’, and about 200 pounds of solid muscle, but he was soft spoken and kind, and some people called him Gentle Ben. That is, until he made his way to Madame Orr’s place, as many of the single men do. Some of the gals there, well, they started calling him Big Ben, and it wasn’t after that clock in England. He had what you might call a third leg. The gals were alternately impressed, or terrified, of that monster between his legs. Some of them joked to Dick that he had some stiff competition, if you get my meaning.
Dick, being the vain, arrogant bastard that he was, could not stand competition of any kind, but he couldn’t goad Ben into a fight. Ben was just too kind and gentle. So about a month after Ben arrived in town, Dick just waited for him one night, lassoed him and dragged him to the edge of town. Normally Dick would take someone with him, some deputies or at least Amanda, but he didn’t want anyone to know that he was jealous of this kind black man, and what he had in his pants, so he did it alone. He took him to the edge of town and told Ben that if he ever saw him again he would cut off his dick and shove it up his black ass.
So how, you might ask, did he manage to do all that fancy carpentry work? He met Consuela. In fact, when she heard about it, and that woman knew everything that went on in town, especially on South Street, she had her people go and find Ben and convinced him to come back to town. Ben was worried about Dick’s reputation, and of what he had threatened to do, but Consuela was, as I said, a forward thinker, and a cunning thinker. She knew Dick was thick, and thought all the blacks looked alike anyway, so she brought him into town in new, baggy clothes, and a big ole hat, and introduced him as Jerome, her new carpenter. Dick even shook his hand.
Like I said, Dick and Amanda never paid much attention to their victims. For the last six months or so “Jerome” has been a constant presence on South Street, and worked on all of Consuela’s properties. Consuela even had all the gals down there keep quiet about his gifts and Dick was none the wiser.
Until now.
Consuela shared this story with the crowd, just before she called Ben/Jerome out of the crowd. He came walking forward, slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and baring his hairless, muscular torso.
“Remember me, boy?” Ben sneered, grabbing Dick by the hair and yanking his head up by the hair.
Dick had that same stupefied look on his face that Amanda had been wearing for the last day. That stupid look that Dick and Amanda shared turned into that same shared look of wide eyed horror when Ben dropped his pants and whipped out his big, black cock. I don’t know about this “third leg” stuff, but I’m surprised Ben didn’t have back trouble from carrying that thing around. It was thick and huge, and he started smacking Dick across the face with it, telling him to “Suck it, bitch!” I wondered if that was something Dick had said to Rosalita so long ago.
This was happening right there in front of the crowd, and right in front of Amanda, who kept crying “Oh, Daddy!” Amanda wasn’t really crying for him to help her but sort of like in sympathy for him. Trussed up to the hitching post like she was all Amanda could do as watch as that black man slapped her daddy’s face with his huge cock, which seemed to get thicker, and harder, by the second, demanding that Dick the Bitch suck it.
There were tears streaming down his face but Dick, well, he was just like Amanda, and had too much pride to submit, so it was going to have to be done the hard way. “I was hoping we could do it the hard way, boy,” Ben sneered as he dragged Dick up to his feet by his hair.
Anyone out there who might be rooting for Dick, well, put those thoughts right out of your head. It was Amanda all over again. Dick was 6’4” and at least 250 pounds, he had packed on the pounds with the easy life in Cactus Creek, and he had four inches and at least 50 pounds over Ben. Unfortunately, for Dick, he fought about as good as Amanda, which meant he couldn’t fight at all. Dick and Amanda were like two sides of the same coin. They were big and tough and mean, but you take away their guns and they are weak, worthless, pathetic, and downright useless when it came to a fight. Just like Amanda Dick was soft and weak, and even though he towered over his opponent, just as Amanda had, and outweighed him, just as Amanda had, standing there, buck naked, he turned out to be just a flabby old white man about to get his ass kicked in front of half the town.
Just like when Amanda faced off against Liz, or even Lupita for that matter, it was hard to say whether his opponent was as skilled with his fists as he was with his carpentry tools, or whether Dick, like Amanda, was just weak and pathetic. Whatever the case, that young black man worked him over good, or bad, depending on how you look at it. His left jab kept on snapping Dick’s head back and then, wham, his right would knock him down to the ground. Ben kept on knocking him to the ground, dragging him up by the hair and then knocking him down again. Ben busted him up good, and pretty soon Dick’s nose was bloody, his right eye was nearly swollen shut and the other eye wasn’t looking much better. Ben started toying with him, pounding his solid fists into Dick’s soft, flabby belly, pounding his ribs, and still busting up his face, opening up cuts on Dick’s now swollen face, and still knocking him down to the dirt, dragging him up by the hair and doing it all over again. You could see that Dick was afraid of the younger and smaller Ben. So much for being the toughest Sheriff West of the Mississippi.
To anyone who might be rooting for Dick, and thinking, well, sure, Ben was kicking his ass, but it was because Consuela and the girls had softened him up already, I say this; saying that you couldn’t fight because a bunch of girls already kicked your ass ain’t much of a defense.
Dick fought just like Amanda, which meant he didn’t fight as much as he tried to cover up and not get hit. Ben dragged him to his feet by the hair yet again, then reached out and grabbed the naked white man by his cock and balls, roughly squeezing and twisting them as he began dragging him around by his privates with one hand and delivering humiliating slaps to the face with the other. Dick was howling in pain, and openly crying, begging Ben to stop. Amanda was crying too, sobbing “Oh Daddy! Just do what they say! They’re crazy!”
“You got that right,” Liz laughed into her ear, pinching Amanda’s clit and causing her to swoon.
“You ready to suck my cock now, boy?” Ben sneered, squeezing and twisting Dick’s cock and balls and slapping his face. Ben shoved Dick down to the ground, moved behind him and grabbed his cock and balls again, still twisting and squeezing but now yanking up on them and yanking them up his ass crack. He was forcing Dick to crawl around on his hands and knees, yapping like one of those little lap dogs. Ben pulled on his hair and every so often smacked Dick across his blistered ass.
The pain must have been intense because big, tough Dick was crying like a baby now, sobbing “Yes! Yes! Anything you say! Anything! Just please stop!”
I know that when Amanda was getting her ass whopped all over town by Liz, and even little Lupita, people were thinking “what’s going to happen when Big Dick finds out?” Well, it turns out, the answer is nothing. Dick was just a soft, weak and worthless wimp, just like Amanda, and just as she had eaten pussy in front of half the town Dick was going to have to suck cock with everyone watching.
Dick was not going to get off that easy. He had wanted to do things the hard way and now he was going to pay the price. Not only was Dick going to suck that big, black cock he was going to have to beg for it. He even made Dick call him Sir from that point on.
“Please, Sir, please,” Dick blubbered, “you are the better man, the best man, the real man, and I’m a just a wimpy candy-ass. Sir, you are the stud and I’m just a slimy, wimpy asshole. I submit to your wishes. Please let me suck your cock, a man’s cock. Please, Sir, please let me suck your big, black, beautiful cock.”
Never in a million years could I have envisioned that within about 24 hours I would see both Dick and Amanda, down on their knees, begging their respective conquerors is such a pathetic fashion. I’m not sure which of them seemed more pathetic.
Ben took his cock and shoved it into Dick’s mouth, using his victim’s hair to force Dick’s mouth up and down his shaft. Dick was gagging and crying, no doubt on the sheer size of that cock, but also because Ben kept pulling his cock out of his mouth and taking that spit covered cock and rubbing it all over Dick’s face, and making the beaten Sheriff lick and kiss it, and using it to slap the shit out of his already swollen face before ramming it back into his mouth and down his throat. Ben tormented him like this for a while, alternating between making Dick suck him off and rubbing his cock all over his face and basically dick-slapping him. Finally Ben groaned and shot a load of hot jism right into Dick’s mouth. Damn, he shot so much spunk that Dick was gagging as it ran out the sides of his mouth and down his face as Ben pulled out. He slapped Dick’s face with his cum and spit covered cock before going over to Amanda.
Amanda’s eyes were wide as saucers, and I wondered if it was from what she had just witnessed, seeing her big, tough daddy sucking on a black man’s cock, or whether it was from the sheer size of that black cock, shiny with spit and cum, still half hard and bobbing up and down in the air as he walked towards her. I think it both terrified, and fascinated her.
Amanda watched, wide eyed, as Big Ben approached her. More specifically, she watched Big Ben’s big cock as he walked, and it was the biggest, thickest, fattest and longest cock she had ever seen, much bigger than her own strap-on, and as he got closer she started blubbering “Oh my God” over and over again, only as if it was one word.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod…”
Ben reached out and grabbed Amanda by the feathers, I mean grabbed her by her hair, and shoved his cock into her open mouth. I guess Amanda wasn’t as good a cocksucker as her old man. She could only get about half into her mouth before she began gagging. Just as he had with Dick, Ben used Amanda’s hair to force her mouth up and down his shaft, forcing her not to just clean it, but get him hard again.
“Get over here, bitch, and eat my ass!” Ben snarled over his shoulder.
Dick had been broken as easily as Amanda had been, and just as thoroughly. As soon as Ben barked out a command Dick rushed to obey. Dick was scared shitless of Ben, and when Ben said jump Dick didn’t say “how high?” He was already in the air. Dick obeyed immediately and without question, so when Ben told to get over there and kiss his ass that is exactly what Dick did, crawling over, and spreading those cheeks and burying his face up Ben’s muscular butt. Ben made him lick his balls and ass, and that, combined with Amanda’s mouth, soon had him hard as a rock and ready to go again.
