Oh Worshipful master

I have been out of the country finally living my dream of working in the film business. the money is shit but i get to see how it all happens. i also get to help with the screenplay. you know how i love to write. i have written so many stories for you. here is one.....

the BBC is fed up with being messed around. told how good he feels deep down the throat of his white slut slave. but tired of it never happening for real. he does not like being denied his rightful relief. he is going to meat out some punishment.

finally he comes down to the south of france to find out if the tight white arse of his little slave bitch whore is being probed by someone else. he does not know exactly where the film is so he stops off in the nearby town of Julienas and texts his so-called obedient servant to come to him. in the meantime he drinks himself a bottle of the local wine and a bottle of brandy to boot.

the french women cannot help notice what is inside his trousers and soon two of them start to make eyes at him. one has a see-through blouse, the other a low cut-shirt with the buttons all undone. they both have huge breasts and full red lips. the master is amused at how eager they are for him. so he fondles his BBC until it juts out starkly from his trousers. the other customers snort & choke but the two tarts leer at him desperately, stroking and fondling themselves in ecstasy.

they cross and uncross their legs, letting thier short skirts ride up until he can see their moist panties. they stroke the insides of their thighs all the way to the top, sighing with each caress. eventually they stand and approach him.

the worshipful master has not had enough sex for ages. at least not by his standards. he needs constant satisfaction. so he decides they will do for now. he takes them up to his room but makes it plain he is doing them a favour. he slumps in a chair and motions one of them to undo his trousers.

they take it in turns to first lick and such his cock and balls and then lower themselves onto him. all the while they murmur to each other in french. clearly in awe of his huge black truncheon. they are both so sopping with lust they drown his groin with their cum juice. their cries of orgasm shake the whole 'Pension de Bonaparte'.

there is a knock at the door. the white slave bitch whore knew which room to come to by the screams of pleasure. it made him shake to think that the BBC was in action behind that door. weaving its powerful magic on other willing slaves.

the slut slave hoped he/she looked good. the girls from the makeup department had worked overtime on making him into a pretty gurl. curly blond wig, red rouge cheeks on top of pale white powder puff. blood red lipstick, blue contact lenses and jet black mascara. a padded black bra - the hormones were making his own natural breasts but they were still far too small. under a short white t-shirt that was cut ragged to reveal his pale white midriff with the the new tatoo on his belly button.

the slave bitch flounced the pleated white skirt, so he could see his/her white lace stocking tops in the mirror at the end of the hall. the tart strutted aroond admiring his/her own arse cheeks. he.she had been wearing six inch heels for so long now they were second nature. he,she bent down and fiddled with her new anklet, before running a calming hand up the calf and thigh.

one of the french sluts opened the door. she turned and called her friend. before leaving they muttered in unison, "he is going to make you taste us. we 'ope you like garlic with your oyster".

the white slut bitch shuffled nervously in, closing and locking the door carefully behind her. she sashayed across the room, showing off her new found confidence on top of the white stiletto slippers. with a sigh of delight she could see her worshipful master was smiling massively with eyes wide open with lust. she gave a twirl just in front of him so the skirt flew in the air, showing her tight white buttocks to the man she adored.

his big black hands reached out and grabbed her cheeks. mauling them, squeezing them, kneading them harshly and roughly before giving each one a massive slap. "you have been a very disobedient bitch" he snarled. "yes master, you are right. you are always right. give me what i deserve".

"oh i am too tired for that now. i have drunk too much french brandy too. would you like some?" she eyed him nervously. this offer was not as generous as it might sound. she knew immediately what he had in mind. kneeling between his legs she took his massive black shaft into her hands. even though he was still flaccid from pleasuring the french fillies, he was still bigger than anyone else she had ever got close to.

his groin stank of the sex he had just had, a pungent perfume of intoxicating power. once again she could only marvel at the manhood that lay across her fingertips.

lovingly she caressed and stroked his member and whispered "i will drink whatever my worshipful master offers to my lips. i am here to serve. to obey. to be whatever my master desires" with the last words she popped the delicious helmet in her eager mouth. just in time to feel the french brandy spurting out of him. as she hurriedly gulped the flood down, his shaft twitched into life. perhaps she would get her proper discipline and punishment after all.....?!

(to be continued)

your obedient servant
wj

Oh Worshipful master

I squealed with delight when i found this message of pure assertive irresistible lust, buried in my Inbox amongst all the trash from Tgirl tarts and old slags wtih floppy smelly backsides.

i have been out of the country finally living my dream of working in the film business. the money is shit but i get to see how it all happens. i also get to help with the screenplay. you know how i love to write. i have written so many stories for you. here is one.....

the BBC is fed up with being messed around. told how good he feels deep down the throat of his white slut slave. but tired of it never happening for real. he does not like being denied his rightful relief. he is going to meat out some punishment.

finally he comes down to the south of france to find out if the tight white arse of his little slave bitch whore is being probed by someone else. he does not know exactly where the film is so he stops off in the nearby town of Julienas and texts his so-called obedient servant to come to him. in the meantime he drinks himself a bottle of the local wine and a bottle of brandy to boot.

the french women cannot help notice what is inside his trousers and soon two of them start to make eyes at him. one has a see-through blouse, the other a low cut-shirt with the buttons all undone. they both have huge breasts and full red lips. the master is amused at how eager they are for him. so he fondles his BBC until it juts out starkly from his trousers. the other customers snort & choke but the two tarts leer at him desperately, stroking and fondling themselves in ecstasy.

they cross and uncross their legs, letting thier short skirts ride up until he can see their moist panties. they stroke the insides of their thighs all the way to the top, sighing with each caress. eventually they stand and approach him.

the worshipful master has not had enough sex for ages. at least not by his standards. he needs constant satisfaction. so he decides they will do for now. he takes them up to his room but makes it plain he is doing them a favour. he slumps in a chair and motions one of them to undo his trousers.

they take it in turns to first lick and such his cock and balls and then lower themselves onto him. all the while they murmur to each other in french. clearly in awe of his huge black truncheon. they are both so sopping with lust they drown his groin with their cum juice. their cries of orgasm shake the whole 'Pension de Bonaparte'.

there is a knock at the door. the white slave bitch whore knew which room to come to by the screams of pleasure. it made him shake to think that the BBC was in action behind that door. weaving its powerful magic on other willing slaves.

the slut slave hoped he/she looked good. the girls from the makeup department had worked overtime on making him into a pretty gurl. curly blond wig, red rouge cheeks on top of pale white powder puff. blood red lipstick, blue contact lenses and jet black mascara. a padded black bra - the hormones were making his own natural breasts but they were still far too small. under a short white t-shirt that was cut ragged to reveal his pale white midriff with the the new tatoo on his belly button.

the slave bitch flounced the pleated white skirt, so he could see his/her white lace stocking tops in the mirror at the end of the hall. the tart strutted aroond admiring his/her own arse cheeks. he.she had been wearing six inch heels for so long now they were second nature. he,she bent down and fiddled with her new anklet, before running a calming hand up the calf and thigh.

one of the french sluts opened the door. she turned and called her friend. before leaving they muttered in unison, "he is going to make you taste us. we 'ope you like garlic with your oyster".

the white slut bitch shuffled nervously in, closing and locking the door carefully behind her. she sashayed across the room, showing off her new found confidence on top of the white stiletto slippers. with a sigh of delight she could see her worshipful master was smiling massively with eyes wide open with lust. she gave a twirl just in front of him so the skirt flew in the air, showing her tight white buttocks to the man she adored.

his big black hands reached out and grabbed her cheeks. mauling them, squeezing them, kneading them harshly and roughly before giving each one a massive slap. "you have been a very disobedient bitch" he snarled. "yes master, you are right. you are always right. give me what i deserve".

"oh i am too tired for that now. i have drunk too much french brandy too. would you like some?" she eyed him nervously. this offer was not as generous as it might sound. she knew immediately what he had in mind. kneeling between his legs she took his massive black shaft into her hands. even though he was still flaccid from pleasuring the french fillies, he was still bigger than anyone else she had ever got close to.

his groin stank of the sex he had just had, a pungent perfume of intoxicating power. once again she could only marvel at the manhood that lay across her fingertips.

lovingly she caressed and stroked his member and whispered "i will drink whatever my worshipful master offers to my lips. i am here to serve. to obey. to be whatever my master desires" with the last words she popped the delicious helmet in her eager mouth. just in time to feel the french brandy spurting out of him. as she hurriedly gulped the flood down, his shaft twitched into life. perhaps she would get her proper discipline and punishment after all.....?!

(to be continued)

your obedient servant
wj

hey there oh Worshipful Master, owner of the big juicy fat one that fills all my dreams and waking hours

as you know i am only just back in the country. after living my dream of working in the film business. i was only a junior assistant producer doing all the running but you know i am always eager to please. you have to start somewhere. the best bit was helping with the screenplay redrafts. you know how i love to write.

i often wondered how i could get you to come down to see me. just like in the story i sent you last night. it would have been so much easier had we had sex at least once before i left. then i could use the memory to seduce you.

here is another little story for you, imagine you getting it from me while i was away, then decide if you would need to see me quick...?!

the new linda lovelace

i thought of you a lot. especially when i was near the male stars. i could tell one or two of them were thinking about shoving my face in their groin. but they were not that well hung. it takes a real stallion to turn me on. that is one reason why i remember you. why i long for you so much. perhaps you did not even realise what happened when we met. but you had an incredible effect on me.

when you forced yourself into my throat i had the most unbelievable orgasm. after you had finished with me you were too busy cleaning up to notice. but the whole of my crotch was absolutely soaked in my own cum. i had spurted and spurted and spurted. i could barely stand up. my whole body was shaking and my knees had turned to jelly. after you left i sat in my chair for hours, still covered in spunk, unable to do anything but think of you.

i since realised you had discovered the G-spot in the back of my throat. i had always suspected it was there. a couple of other men had come close to finding it. but nothing like the day you came to see me. i long for that to happen again. here is how it goes...

my head is once more in your vice like grip. as you ease my face over your shaft. me coughing and spluttering, gagging for air as i panic at the sheer size of you, pressing at the back of my throat.

you barking and snarling impatiently at me, telling me i need more self control, more discipline. your fingers pressing ever tighter into my skull, as if you are about to crack my head open. your masterful tone and arrogant aloof contempt for my weakness only adding to your sensual allure. making me sigh in adoration at your overpowering male charisma. and my open mouthed worship for you does what is needed.

my sagging jaw lets you in. past my tonsils and down into my throat. the fat ridge teasing my G-spot as it slips past. making my stomach churn and clench with need for you. until my nose is buried deep in your thick thatch of crotch hair. smelling your lust, soaking up the aura of your manhood. suffusing myself in the sweaty aromas of your masculinity. drowning in the sweet perfume of your approaching climax.

you gently buck your hips, keeping my head rock still with those fiercely clamped hands of yours. each time you ease back into my mouth, your shaft and head swell a little larger. each time you slide forward past my tonsils, i shiver and shudder at the increasing pressure on my throat clitoris. surely you cannot get any bigger? you grind my nose hard into your abdomen. moving my head from side to side so that you can probe me even deeper. pushing me to the limit.

instinctively i reach my hand up to feel my neck, all bloated and swollen with your giant intrusion. if i could gasp i would shriek. but no sound can come out of me. you have filled me up to bursting point. strange images flit through my mind. you are now too fat and swollen to pull back out. even after you have shot your load. my throat will clasp itself around you and will not let you escape. you are stuck inside me this time. and cannot run off like you have before. i will keep you prisoner deep inside me!

the exaltation of that thought seems to drive me on. my hand moves up and down my neck, squeezing and kneading your shaft and helmet. massaging it to proud swollen, gigantic fullness. throbbing and pulsing. i want your cream so badly now. gallons of it. endless minutes of pumping spunk. first fierce like a high pressure water jet. injecting your sperm deep into my windpipe. then spurting and exploding like a broken water hydrant in a New York movie. until all my insides are coated with jism.

sensing my uncontrollable lust, you too lose all restraint. you fuck my face viciously. no longer caring whether i can breathe. no longer worrying whether i bleed. in and out, in and out. nearly breaking my nose with each fierce thrust of your hips. feeling like you are pushing so deep you will enter my lungs. yet somehow you still instinctively know where to pause. so that the ridge of your swollen helmet bulges against my throat clitoris.

each time i quiver and melt. stroking your thighs and buttocks, feeling the taut strength and power of your muscles. begging you to fuck me harder. use me. abuse me. treat me like the slutty whore i am. give me all that you can.

suddenly you cry out. holding my face hard against you. my hand feels your shaft twitch. and the explosion begins. my fingers lightly caress your helmet through my neck as it repeatedly blows up like a balloon. then deflates as the torrent pours out. i too lose it. and empty myself out onto the floor beneath us. but my orgasm seems unimportant, inconsequential.

compared to the dam bursting inside me. filling me with your seed. you generously sharing your precious manhood with this greedy, slavering tart. letting me flood to overflowing with the very best of your beautiful male essence. i cling to you. frantically clutching your buttocks, milking the white fluids from you, trying to squeeze each every one of your seeds from you. desperate for this climax to last for ever. holding you, hugging you, sticking myself to you with the glue of your own lust.

hot and cold flushes sweep over me. my skin tingles with electricity. my backside flutters and gyrates in jealousy at the pleasure of my throat. then it begins. what i have been waiting for. what my body has been begging for. a hot spot deep inside my anus. right at the base of my spine. pumping out warmth in ripples. first into the fleshy folds of my colon. then into my stomach, chest and legs. making all my muscles jerk and spasm. great tidal waves of hot, convulsing ecstasy.

up over my back and shoulders, the radiating heat of joy presses on. up into my neck where your cock still pumps. up into my head, washing all the thoughts away. all those dreams of owning you, keeping you prisoner evaporate, my selfish needs dissolve utterly into the pleasure of the moment. i cannot help myself. i no longer care. you are my master. you have taken me to the place no-one else can. i truly am your willing obedient slave. your obedient servant, to do with what you will. your little bitch slut whore.

my whole body shakes like a jelly. you laugh out loud. delighted to see how you have subjugated me to your manhood. overjoyed to know your proud weapon has once more led you to utter triumph over this weak and helpless acolyte. you tousle my hair with one hand, as the other grinds my face against you a few last times. getting me to gulp and gag. and squeeze the last few drops out of you.

i eagerly accept. and push my own head forward, willingly clenching my throat around you. so blissfully happy to take each and every last offering from your slowly softening magic wand. you take your hands away and place them nonchalantly on your hips. as you thrust you groin forward to make it easier for me to gobble at you.

this time you are in no hurry. you are enjoying watching how i worship you. you know now that i am at your beck and call. and always will be. i no longer have any agenda of my own. that has all been washed away. the immense pleasure you and only you can give has torn through me like a great flood. your massive, hypnotic weapon is now my single and only joy. it is the secret i have longed for. you know you have conquered me. taken me over. reduced me to the rubble of servitude.

i have no need of anything, no greater desire, than simply to serve at your altar. to swallow what needs to be swallowed. to take what needs to be taken. eagerly and gladly to accept all that you have to give.

as and when you choose.

your humble, obedient white bitch tart and willing slave whore, wj

she was truly stunning. jet black hair swept back. deep green eyes. olive skin. and that mouth. wide, full, always smiling. with puffy blood-red lips and shining white teeth. with a mischievous impish sparkle about her. life was fun for her. dangerous, hot-blooded fun.

and she was flirting with me. making sure i adored her. just like everyone else did. light-headed with excitement, i was happy to chase the chit-chat wherever it took us. we were talking about how much she was perspiring after she danced. and how sexy the scent of a person could be.

"i am guessing you think body scent is horny too? you think that if someone smells right then it matters most of all?"

she nodded. i knew she would. i could tell she was that sort of girl. physical. intimate. tactile. the sort of girl that takes control. the way she touched everybody. moved up close and talked in your ear. enjoyed me breathing deep to take in her perfume. smiled when i told her how nicely she smelt.

she was also the sort that goes for bisexual men. perhaps even likes watching them? you could tell. like that guy she was with. the dish. the hunk everyone was drooling over. her dance partner. the salsa king. still strutting around the room like a peacock. so clearly camp. so obvisouly not her lover. nowhere strong enough for her anyway. but so ridiculously beautiful too. worth watching him seduce his lovers?

maybe she gets to choose his partners for him. I had a girl like that once. chose men for me. would drop hints to them i went both ways. got me to take them home with her. to undress them. to caress and kiss and fondle them. all over. even to suck them. in front of her. liked to watch me take them all down. offer myself as a willing receptacle for their lust. maybe this dark-haired, big-lipped temptress was like that too?

i couldn't resist leading her on. i guess that sort of thing thrills me anyway. talking about sex. talking about sexy men. i took a deep slug of my bourbon and whispered in her ear. "the thing is the smell of a person makes me weak. gets me to give in to people. give in to myself. desires that i try to keep secret. dark needs i wish i didn't have"

"i know what you mean" she said grinning wickedly "i sometimes let really ugly men fuck me just because they smell nice!" so that let me know where i stood. to her i was ugly. compared to the men she knew. but that did not mean she had lost interest?

"but most men are ugly, don't you think?" i joked. "that is the odd thing. if the only thing that was important about men was their looks, women would never shag them. don't you think?" she laughed. an easy, relaxed laugh. like she agreed with me. but never expected a man to say it. or maybe not a straight man?

she leant forward and asked me quietly, "so what do you think is important about men? what would get you in bed with another man?" she tensed up noticeably as she spoke. like she was getting excited. i had guessed right. she really wanted to know the answer. i could easily see that. time to come clean. my ritual confession.

"well that used to bother me a lot when i was younger. i kept trying to tell myself i was normal. there was no way i was properly bi, not even curious really. I mean men were ugly. hairy greasy things. still are. camp queens are even worse", i nodded over at her peacock who was staring at us. wondering why on earth she was interested in me, no doubt.

"especially when they flirt with you. from a distance they might look like film stars. but close up? eeeeurgh. all bad complexion and stubble. and often they smelt awful. cheap perfume and body odour. i could not even stand close to them, so how could i be gay? when i find gay men so repulsive?"

i kept smiling at her and she was smiling too. she knew i was on the edge. that the punchline was coming soon. so i moved up closer still "then suddenly, just when i least expected it some gym-hunk muscleman would turn up. who had that effect on me. stood close and filled my nostrils with the heat of his lust. made me drool and go dizzy. weak at the knees. the next thing i knew i would find my face wrapped round his cock!"

i stood back to look at her. see what effect my little secret had worked on her. she was more than just interested. she had become so obvious that she averted my gaze. brushed her blouse down with her hand. wiped away at her cleavage. at some sweat that had gathered there. from the dance or the chat? then sipped at her wine coyly. "perhaps you just had too much to drink?" she offered. but i knew she wanted more detail.

"no it wasn't that. i was always getting drunk. and i was always being chatted up by gays. my mates teased me about it all the time. they would often tell me to go into the restaurant first. so the waiter who fancied me would give us the best table. that sort of thing. i laughed about it most of the time along with everyone else. couldn't work out what they saw in me"

she shifted restlessly. the thought of my gay fan club clearly did something for her. "so why do you think they fancied you, then?" trying to put me down? i could help her there. i was good at that. self-deprecation.

"oh that's easy. all the girls i knew said the same thing. i looked so confused about life. like i had a big sign above my head saying i am completely fucked up. i dont know what i am or who i should be. please help me. i am totally scared and vulnerable. and lost. and clearly will desperately let you shag me and use me. in exchange for any show of interest, let alone affection"

she laughed again. this time more loudly. like she knew exactly what it all meant. did i still look like that? even now? after all these years? "so if all these gays did nothing for you, what happened? how did men get you to bed? what made you fall for them?"

"like i said i thought about that for years. from the very first time it happened. until i finally realised there are only 3 things that matter about a man. the way he smells. the way he kisses. and the size of his weapon." she nodded. that was the way it was. men were either that irresistible. or just plain repulsive.

i carried on, "if he smells nice, then you let him stand close to you. breathe him in while he flirts with you. he chats and smiles at you. you wallow in his musky aroma as he says dirty things in your ear. watch the sweat trickle down his neck. let his scent seep into you. maybe you even ease your face towards his armpit. and imagine that it is his groin"

i leant forward and whispered "then when he is right up close he will find an excuse to kiss you. you try to fight him off but he tastes too good. that fiercely strong tongue ploughing its way past all your resistance. exploring you. owning you. making you shudder as you gulp at it. suck on it in abject submission. inviting him in. bent to his will. accepting his invasion." i felt her hand on my head pressing me close to her. making sure i could not escape. like a man tethering his prey. she was on fire.

"if you are a woman you can hide what effect that has on you. when it's over you can push him away and pretend he was disgusting. but if you are a weak man like me and he turns you on.... well, there is no hiding from it. because it will be sticking out in front of you. telling him he's won" i giggled like a schoolboy at my admission. she lay her free hand on my chest. feeling my heartbeat thump. but slightly impatient. telling me to get on with the gory, horny details.

"but the sort of men i fall for never take any notice of my dick. my excitement is of passing interest. their own pleasure is all they care about. before i know it i get dragged into the darkness. so that they can force themselves upon me. take advantage of my need for them. push me to my knees. put my hands to their own bulging erection. tell me to undo them and pull it out. and as i meekly obey orders, the heady scent bursts out and catches me unawares. fills my head. soaks into my skin. makes we sigh with helpless desire." we both caught our breaths at the thought of it.

"and they are always huge. always so much bigger than me. and so much more insistent. dangling in front of me. a thick fat shaft. the skin pulling back to show the angry red helmet. all fierce and proud. shiny and slippery with seeping fluids. tantalisingly close to my face. and their groin smells just like the rest of them. like the sweet aroma that has been teasing me. only stronger. burns my nostrils. floods my head. making me drunk with lust. and i just can't keep my hands off. i just have to taste them. i give into them. and my face falls forward. and i begin to slurp and gobble. "

i stood back again. i suddenly felt wistful, "maybe that is why they smell so nice. and why they kiss so nice. maybe they just know they're gorgeous. just because they have a cock to die for? so their body beams this lust message out of every pore? calling the meek to worship at the totem pole? the servant to its master. anyhow they usually get what they want from me". she nodded again. like she understood.

she lowered her hand to slip it around my waist. she pulled me to her. wriggling her hips so that the bulge in my trousers slipped between her legs. she rocked gently to and fro. rubbing herself against my stiffness. then squeezing her muscles around me. making herself moist as her warmth met my heat. biting her bottom lip as the pleasure spread through her body.

once more she pulled my head down to hers so her mouth was right in my ear "has it always been like that? ever since the first time? tell me about that. i want to know about when you first took another man's cock in your hand. what made you do it? how did you feel?" i hugged her tight. almost joyful to share my memories with such a wonderful creature.

"oh that was a bit different. i wanted him to seduce me. just an innocent kiss, mind. i had thought about him often before. he was a sort of teen crush. i had a thing about Dirk Bogarde in those days. a real fantasy. my first gay feelings. i would stare at his lips on the screen and imagine him kissing me. often i would shut my eyes in the cinema. and toss back my head. pretend i was in his arms. his lips against mine. silly romantic thoughts like that. quite girly really"

"it didn't seem to worry me though. i told myself it was just a passing phase. just my adolescent confusion. i would soon be through it. manhood would soon be mine. but this older man at the church looked a lot like him. had full red lips and jet black hair. and deep piercing eyes. he would often stare at me. i could tell what he was thinking. that he found me attractive. sometimes he even fondled my bum as he went past. brush his groin against me as he moved on. and we would just smile at each other.

"and i thought why not let him kiss me. his lips seemed so inviting. just pretend he was Dirk Bogarde. then let him kiss me. toss my head back and see how it feels. to be in an older man's arms. to feel like a girl for a while. in the passionate embrace of a strong and powerful lover. it never occurred to me that he would want more than a romantic kiss. that he had such plans for me!"

she stared into my eyes with unremitting lust. lust for a gay man confessing his sins. we kissed deeply. just to see how it felt. she sucked on my tongue. like she was trying to convert me. then i carried on whispering in her ear. as she ground her hips relentlessly against me. milking my erection for her own pleasure. as if we were alone in this crowded room. she clung to my neck "go on. please. tell me more".

"so one day when my parents were not there, he offered me a lift home. told me he had something to say. something important. i shrugged and said OK. so he drove me out of town to the country park. deep into the woods. where we were all alone. when he stopped the car. i said how pretty the spot was. how glad i was to be there. but it sounded empty and hollow. i wanted to get out fof the car but my legs would not move. they had turned to jelly."

"i could feel a lump in my throat. my skin was tingling all over. my whole body was trembling. this was so new. so exciting. it never felt like this when i was with my girlfriend. so forbidden. dangerous. passionate. would he kiss me soon? how would it feel?" i hesitated about going on, trying to express my feelings better. trying to make sense of myself. but she nibbled at my ear, panting loudly. i had to tell all. exactly as it happened. right now. she had to know.

"he looked serious. and started talking quickly, 'you know people are worried about the new priest. they see him looking at you all the time. he takes too much interest in you...'. i interrupted with a snort, cross to hear i was being talked about. i wonder now whether anyone else had noticed, but he obviously had. i was glad he had. he was so obviously jealous. he wanted me for himself! I looked up at him."

"and he was looking at me so incredibly intensely...angry, frustrated .... so masculine... just so handsome. i put my head down. stared at my lap. slightly embarassed at my feelings for him. i fidgeted in the silence. he was waiting for me to say something. i could tell. i began to reassure him 'oh i can handle men like that. we have teachers like him at school. who leer at you in class. get too close to you. try to molest you. fondling you whenever they can.' i put my hand to mouth"

"i realised it was coming out all wrong, like it seemed he was just like them. but i stumbled on, 'please understand. they're not nice like you. all sort of pervy. you soon learn which ones to watch out for. but i've learnt not to upset them either. they can be very useful if you're nice to them. like the priest. he helps me with my music practice. for free.' why did i say that? did i want to make him angry? did i want my teasing to make him even more jealous. i think i did."

"he was beginning to go red. the car was suddenly full of his after shave. mixed with male sweat. like a turkish bath of his steaming lust. screaming his passion out to me. it was his smell that got to me that first time. as it has been every time since. i wanted him so badly. i blurted out 'besides he is not my type' i put my hand on his knee to reassure him. then pulled it back. i remember blushing ferociously at how forward i was being. i looked away again."

"i remember him tousling my hair. running his fingers through it. all strong and sure. making me feel secure, in his care, but all horny too. then him chuckling gently 'i should have realised that. just who is your type though? that is the question'. he put his arm around me and pulled my shoulder across. i put my head down so that it rested on his shoulder and let him stroke my exposed neck. would he kiss me now? would that gentle romantic moment finally arrive?"

"for some reason i looked down. i dont know why. was i thinking about his manhood? perhaps. to this day i cannot remember. but then i saw it. this massive tentpole. so incredibly big. stretching his trousers to breaking. the cloth all moist at the tip. soaked with his desire for me. the car now filled with a new smell. potent. pungent. overwhelming. how long had he been like that? had my hand on his leg done that to him? a surge of delight, silly vain pride ran through me? he wanted me that badly. my chest was bursting with triumph."

"then suddenly i was scared. i realised we were not there for a romantic kiss. he would want me to do things with him. the things boys got girls to do. that tarty girls did behind the train station. worse still. i wanted to do them. i couldn't stop thinking about them"

"strange new thoughts raced through my head. the kiss no longer seemed important. it was not why we had come here. how far would i go? what would i let him to do to me? i did not know. i felt i was losing control. i could run. i tried to turn away but i couldn't do it. he fascinated me. enchanted me. in a trance before his wand. my hands desperate to hold it. to feel his heat and power between my fingers. but still too frightened to see it through."

"i put my hand on his leg again. quite near the top. quite near the bulge. it twitched at me. growing even bigger. even more inviting. i felt my mouth go dry. the urge to suck on that moist cloth was becoming unbearable. i rubbed my hand up and down his big thigh. unable to think. he turned to look at me and i felt my knuckles brush against his stiffness"

"i gasped and sighed, 'oh my god you are just so huge'. he grabbed my hand and put it over the end. and moaned deeply as i squeezed and fondled him. and brought my other hand over. to see them wrapped around his shaft. the moistness began to spread. the air was now thick with the dank stench of his groin. pumping out hypnotic fumes. drugging me into submission. i felt my head drifting downward. my mouth lolling open. so eager to wrap myself around it."

"i felt so feminine. it seemed i was in some late night B movie. being turned into a woman by his magic potion. i looked at the soft smooth skin on my hands. so small around his bulging fat dick. i was bursting to be his girl. his cheap little tart. my hungry lips gobbling at his groin. letting him take his pleasure with me. then my arse began to quiver and burn. to throb wtih need for him. that backside he had fondled so much. i would let him part those cheeks now. and put his massive thing into me. let him fill me up. i would be his girlie slut."

"but as he pushed my face down. i just stopped. what was happening to me? what madness was this? suddenly it all felt so wrong. i just had to run! i got out of the car and hid behind a tree. i stood there panting. my head filled with wild crazy thoughts. i had to get away"

i broke off from speaking to calm myself down. i tried to press my face to hers and let my tongue explore her mouth, if only briefly. but she stopped me and put a finger to my lips. she slipped off me and turned away. taking me by the hand. out from the dance floor. past the bright lights of the hall. into a small, dark but decidedly feminine room. that smelt of her. her perfume. her body.

"No-one told me you lived here?" I asked. "Well now you know". i put my hand on her bum cheek and pulled her tight once more onto my throbbing hardness. she pushed back eagerly. until her hip bones were digging deep into me. i retreated against the wall. and let her pin me there. once more she ground herself against me. her hip bones making me wince. she was impatient for more. "did he come to find you? or did you run away?"

"neither at first. instead i just stood there. wondering about myself. who i really was. what these strange dark exciting feelings were. odd memories came flooding back. how many times i had i woken sweating with lust in the night? dreaming the same dream. that i had become a woman and a man was fucking me. taking his pleasure without even asking. his hands pushing my pretty dress aside. raping me again and again. and i was loving it."

"how had i managed to forget them all? like i had been hiding them from myself. until that moment. when they came back to haunt me. even as a child secretly wearing my sister's clothes. marevlling at my pretty face. how long had i wanted to be a girl? not just a plain girl. but one that men looked at. leered at. wanted to do things with. what was so exciting about men?"

"and then i remembered my guilty masturbation. the times i glimpsed at the porn mags my Dad hid. when i looked at those blowjobs who did i want to be? the man with a woman at his knees? or the woman with a huge cock in her mouth? how often had i wanted to suck them. lick at the shiny knobs? taste the fluid oozing from the tiny slit. feel the rock hard flesh against my tongue?"

"i stood there completely confused. was i one of those boys who should have been a girl? a man trapped in a woman's body? my head was thumping and my hands were shaking with fear. but my whole body was still alive with desire. my cock was thicker and harder than ever. i did not move. i could not. i wanted him and i knew it. i just hoped he would be gentle with me"

he came after me. ' are you alright?' he asked, looking very concerned. i suddenly felt guilty about being frightened. maybe it was just me. perhaps he would not be so demanding? so i hugged him. just for affection at first. just for the comfort of his strength. i wondered again about trying to get him to kiss me. but the sight of his manhood kept appearing before my eyes. that great bulge in his trousers. i pressed my groin against his. to find out that it was still there! all big and stiff and powerful. and hot. red hot like a poker. burning into me. setting me on fire."

"i felt his hands on my buttocks. forcing himself against me. pressing me tight onto the tree. until the bark scratched at my back. then i felt his hands around my head. forcing my face to his. his lips bearing down on mine. there was the smell of wine on his breath. a sickly sweet, but still so masculine breath. his tongue forcing its way past my teeth. pushing my own feeble tongue aside. probing my gums and cheeks. taking possession of my mouth."

"the harsh male stubble on his chin and around his lips tore against the softness of my own young skin. rasping at me. chafing me. making me sore. reminding me of my weakness. making me pliable. my heart leapt. we were back in my fantasy. he was making me feminine. making me his girl. i was in his arms. my Dirk. my handsome lover. suddenly it all seemed right again. i opened my lips wide and sucked hard at his invading tongue."

"his tongue too seemed overpowering. harsh and uncaring. rough and chafing. scraping at my lips. my tongue. my gums. forcing my mouth wider and wider around his own. probing me deeper and deeper. making every part of my face sore with lust for him. using me carelessly. making it plain he was master now. and the stronger he was, the more i loved it. the more powerful his passion, the more i gagged for him."

this seemed all too much for her. she had to kiss me now. first of all pushing her tongue into my mouth. being the man. but then sucking me back into hers. playing with me. deciding which gender she wanted me to be. that was it! she liked being in control. deciding when i could be man. and when i should be a woman.

then i began again. "and i wanted him to know i was ready to be his woman. whatever he wanted from me. i spread my young legs around his wide male thighs. letting him lift me off the ground. he ground his bulge hard against my own. welding them together. pumping the heat of his lust into me. melting me into a jelly of hopeless surrender."

"he chewed furiously at my neck. and i lolled my head sideways to receive him. letting his teeth dig viciously into me. we were back in the B movie now. the powerful male vampire sucking at his helpless female prey. offering my flesh to the deep wounds of his bites. he had me now. there was no escape. i was his willing victim. his virgin bride. his female sacrifice."

"i ripped at his shirt. and my own. buttons flying everywhere. until our naked sweating flesh met. our greasy bodies sliding over each other. his all broad and hairy and powerful. mine still soft and smooth and boyish. my hands ran over him. i shuddered and shook as my fingers traced the bands of muscle that coursed across his body"

"he seemed to be taking me over. invading me. the smell of his hair. the taste of his mouth. the feel of his skin. the powerful muscles pressing against me. pushing me hard onto the tree. the heat of his body. every inch of his torso controlling me. dominating me. conquering me. i seemed to be drowning in him"

"i knew instinctively what he wanted. even as he kissed me again. his tongue deep down my throat. this kiss was just the beginning. i was about to lose my innocence. when his teeth sank once more into my shoulder my resistance crumbled. my hands went down to his trouser belt. clumsily my shaking fingers undid the buckle....."

i stopped as she pulled away. her shaking fingers went to my buckle and my trousers slid to the floor. i watched as her mouth made its way down my own body. my words followed her down, "....i gave into the trembling in my knees and sank slowly to the floor. kissing and licking each inch of his sweating torso on the way down. his nipples. even his armpits. tasting his sweat. sucking every drop of his masculine perfume. tracing my tongue across his abdomen. gently cradling his huge bollocks in my hands. as my head bobbed to and fro over the long thick shaft".

as i had worshipped him, she was now worshipping me. welcoming me into her being. sucking and licking at every inch of me. my cock bulged bigger than it had ever done. as big as the men i had so adored over so many years. and now she wrapped her beautiful mouth around it. it felt good. warm and wet and then deeper still. for the first time in my life i was being given a sucking that was worth having. maybe i was not so gay after all. at least not when she did not want me to be.

the end came quickly like it had those many years before. me as out of control as my older lover had been with his innocent young conquest. cream spurting everywhere. into nostrils and eye sockets, smeared across glowing cheeks. shy giggles at stringy bits caught in hair and dribbling down chins. the same old messy story.

she asked me to kiss her. lick her clean. how could i refuse? i had tasted so much spunk over the years that chewing on my own seemed a small favour. just for her. we kissed deeply again. and then slumped to the floor. her hands wandered over my body. caressing and stroking. warning me the night was still young.

"you didn't finish your story. did he fuck you?"

"Oh yes. i took him home. i told you my parents were away. we had to dash quickly after he came. another car pulled up. i laughed about it. but he was all quiet in the car to start with. guilty about seducing me i guessed. but i couldn't get enough of him. i just had to keep him with me. so i told him my guilty secret about dressing up. asked him if he wanted to see me in a dress and stockings and lipstick and a hairband. he did not even answer. he just smiled. i knew i had him then"

i looked down in surprise as my cock twitched back into life. she smiled at me. her hand went down to her thong. suddenly without warning, there was something sticking out from her crotch. she had hidden it so well, i simply had not guessed. a massive thick fat cock waiting for me. my arse burnt with need.

she got up and bent down over me, turning me over, pulling my backside into the air. as she crouched over me she barked another order, "beg for it, beg for me just like you begged for that man and all the others who have fucked your arse-pussy".

shaking with anticipation, i did as i was told, "fuck me. fuck me right now" she slipped into my sopping hole quite easily. i gasped at the size of her, filling me up, stretching me out. and then she began bucking her hips into me in a steady rhythm. and ordered me to continue my story of how i liked to dress up as a girl and get my arse fucked....

I was glad he was sleeping. i was utterly exhausted at the endless shagging. my mouth and my arse leaked his cum. i had been filled up with so much i was overflowing. so much i no longer bothered to wipe it away. congealing streams kept boiling up from my throat. then spilt out of my lips and ran down my cheeks and neck. smeared all over me, slowly drying into crunchy streaks. slightly pink with my blood. from the ruthless treatment he had inflicted on my throatpipe. the vicious face-fucking that had so worked him up. until he had spat those endless gallons.

down below my puffy bloated rectum leaked continually. great chunks of his seed oozed and seeped out of it. gathering in pools between my buttocks. before running down in floods along the backs of my thighs. my anus still twitched and gyrated. the convulsing muscles reminding me of the relentless pumping and thrusting of that massive black cock. that had so used me and abused me. brazenly bored into me. until i cried out in ecstasy. and he reduced me to rubble. but i had soaked it all up. and now he was sleeping peacefully.

as i gazed adoring at his slumbering frame, my mind wandered back to the first time i met my new master. I had been going to Nadine for some while. she was much more understanding than any other beauty therapist. some of them seemed to despise me. they really enjoyed inflicting agony onto me. they would make the wax as hot as possible before pouring it over my body. making me wince even before they tore at my flesh with the waxing strips. not that i minded the pain. it was just that it left me sore and chaffed. not smooth and soft. and girlie for my lovers.

Nadine was different. gentler, but also firmer with me. she had a physical strength that made her more confident, more patient. she took her time getting me relaxed. an all-over body massage. then giving me an all-over body trim. before setting about me with the hot wax. it still hurt. sometimes i had to bite the pillow to stifle my screams. but with her it seemed ok. i knew it would be worth it.

after she finished my skin was always so smooth. soft, silky, just like a woman's. just like the woman i wanted to be. if i told her i was going out she even painted my nails and did my face make-up. i got used to changing in front of her. so she could check my stockings were smooth. and things like that. she seemed so eager to get me looking just right. like she really wanted me to be pretty. like she understood how i felt. how important it was to me. to be as sexy and feminine as possible. for my men.

i was not the only 'gurlie' she looked after either. although all the others were either black like her, or from latin america. she found white gurlies irritating she once told me. nearly as stupid as white women. who were always trying to look down on her. like she was their maid or something. just because of the job she did. she hated that. she always said i was the nicest she had met. that i had always been polite and grateful. and shown her proper respect.

but i wondered if she was just flirting with me. i could tell she got turned on by gay sex. she was always asking me intimate questions. and would get all restless if i opened up and gave her the details. which i often did. it gets me horny telling stories anyway, if you hadn't realised. i guessed that she was interested in more than stories though. she was one of those women who liked to watch. once i just came out and asked her if she had seen men making love. she smiled and told me i might find out someday.

she did seem quite fond of me. because she kept asking me if i had found a man to love. i scoffed. all the men i met were far too inadequate to be worth loving. so desperate for sex that they would even offer to pay me. i took their money. why not? i liked being a tart anyway. so they were just johns to me. pathetic frustrated men hoping they could shove their cock in your mouth.

then it was all over in seconds. maybe i got them too excited. by flattering them and calling them big boy. maybe i pampered them too much with my wandering hands and eager tongue. but maybe i surprised them most by taking them all the way in. until my face was pressed right against their crotch. and getting them to fuck my face hard. the way i liked it. my nose being rammed repeatedly into their groin. so i could smell all their male lust. wallow in their urgent need for me.

that was always too much for them. i explained to Nadine. they would lose control within a few strokes and spill it all out. the worst of it was afterwards. when they got all sheepish and guilty. and had to leave in a hurry. like they could not admit to themself they were gay. like knowing i had something extra in my pants was a problem after all.

how i longed for a confident man. someone sure of himself. happy to use me and abuse me for his pleasure. and always to come back for more! Nadine always laughed. "you should try a black man. they can NEVER get enough sex. seriously. they keep pumping all night long. and they are so much bigger. you know. down there. maybe even you would struggle to swallow them"

At first i teased her. saying it was because she was not getting enough herself. so she looked at me with that big wide smile of hers. as if! you could tell she was getting all she wanted. then i pointed out she was black. and was attracted to her own kind. she smiled again "of course I like black men. i like my own man most of all. but you should see why!"

she was right. i had seen enough porn to know just how meaty a black man can be. i wanted one of my own. a big black pole for me to worship. to lovingly fondle and coax and caress. to lick at and lap out for hours on end. until he was ready to shove that great big shaft deep inside me. and take his pleasure as much and as often as he wanted. but could i ever make myself pretty enough. would i ever be willing to show my girlie self to a black man? could Nadine help me to look right? turn me into the tarty white bitch cumslut whore that he would want me to be?

one day i confessed to nadine i had a crush on a Black Master. a big black stud who offered himself on the internet. with countless photos of his rod to tempt me. and leave me quivering and shaking with desire. i had wanted to tell her for ages. i wanted her to help me be beautiful enough for him. "i guessed as much. you always look so hopeless when i talk about my kind. I would love to help. but let me tell you something. black studs are hard to please. they know what they want."

she stroked my hair gently, like she was dealing with a teenageer with a crush "maybe you should let him decide how he wants you to look. maybe we should dress you up in clothes that he likes. wear make up he wants. show him whose boss. and that he can get anything he wants. dont you think that would make him come running?" i shuffled uncomfortably on the massage bed as she spoke. my own little white cock was already stiff with the thought of following his orders. down to the last detail. turning myself into the woman of his choosing. become the woman of his dreams!


she looked down at my excitement and grinned knowingly. all of a sudden she said i had to go. she had forgotten another appointment and she could not let them down. could i come back tomorrow for my wax? i was slightly cross. i had been thinking of going into the West End. the Philbeach or somewhere. to pick up a piece of meat. to fill one of my holes. hopefully both.

but i hid my dissapointment from Nadine. she looked determined. and i had never been strong enough to argue with her. i had taken all week off work anyway. i could get myself fucked tomorrow night. yes that was a good idea. i thought to myself. get a deep colonic as well. just in case i found someone with enough self-control to take it all the way. that so rarely happened. but maybe my black stud was out there waiting?

the next day Nadine seemed rather excited. perhaps even agitated. she did not bother with a massage. but got straight to work with the hair trimmers. even then her hands were a bit shaky. she drew tiny spots of blood when she tried to do my balls. so i offered to do that for her. she calmed down a bit once she got the wax out.

she did warn me that it was going to be hotter than usual. she was going to make sure every last trace of her was removed. so i could be truly soft and feminine. "you never know what might happen then?" she said, smiling broadly at me. the waxing took a long time. it was so hot that she had to hold me down to get it on properly. i gasped and winced continuously. but she kept smiling. saying it would be worth it.

i confided in her that i hoped so. that i had got myself especially ready for a BIG MAN to fill my life. to fill my body with his meat. to flood me with his seed. to drown me with his lust. she slapped me hard on the buttocks. i was not to get carried away like that. it ruined her concentration.

when she was finished she sent me off to shower down. my skin was unbelievably smooth. soft like a new born babe. all over me. i kept soaping my legs over and over. just to admire my own sexiness. the tingling from the hot wax did not seem to stop. instead the hot shower water on the tender flesh just seemed to increase it. like sparks of electric shock all over my skin. getting hotter and hotter. diving and darting deeper into my flesh.

increasingly i became aware of my back passage. the colonic had left me restless there anyway. so i had oiled myself up before coming. now i noticed that the lips had got all puffy. and inside a strange warmth was washing around. making the muscle walls twitch and clench. like they were greedy for something. waiting for meat to fill the puffy, angry hungry mouth.

i grabbed at my buttocks and pulled them apart. imagining a strong man was behind me. i allowed my fingertips to tease at the hot swollen lips. wondering whether to play with myself. but i knew there was no lock on the door. what to do? i was so horny. so in need of sex.

just then the door burst open. it was Nadine. but she was not alone! "Willem, this is Mark. Your Black Master. He has come to inspect you. To see whether you are ready for his pleasure. Be respectful. Be obedient" there was a strange tone in her voice. excited but assured. like she knew exactly what was going on. she had seen it before. and liked it!

i turned the shower off. and looked down at myself. i stroked the water off the softness of my thigh. and pushed my foot outside of the shower door. pointing my toes like a dancer. "does my Master like how Nadine has prepared me for him?" i asked, quivering. shaking with fear and lust.

"Open the shower door" he said gruffly, in a deep growl. i did as i was bidden. my Black Master slipped off his shoes and stepped inside. "Your soft flesh needs to feel the sting of my mark. I need to leave my mark on you!". What did he mean? Was he going to beat me? I trembled helplessy. Smiling he pulled me to him.

"I am not a violent man" he whispered. "It is just a ritual of ownership. so you know now who you belong to. That from now on you are my Slave." As he spoke he unzipped his fly. I felt a massive truncheon brushing against my leg.

"Repeat after me, I am no longer Willem". "I am no longer Willem" I said meekly. "I have become Billie Jo". he growled. "I have become Billie Jo", I whimpered. "I am the white bitch whore slave to my Glorious Black Master" he boomed. "I am the white bitch whore slave to my Glorious, Wondrous, Worshipful Black Master" i cried adoringly, staring up in wonder at his powerful face. "Who baptises me now, with all my joy".

As he said these last few words a felt a hot spurt jet out from him onto my leg. Then another bigger spurt. which turned into a flood. he pressed my head against his shoulder. and held me tight to him. letting the hot stinging stream gush onto my hairless groin. burning into the freshly scalped skin. boiling me in his juices. "Who christens me now, with all my joy" I mumbled into his shirt.

he let go of his grip. he knew now that i was accepting him gladly, his mark, his sign. his bodily fluids. washing over me. warning me of the many floods to come. both white and golden. covering me with his lust.

"Drink him. You must drink from Your Master" it was Nadine's voice. i looked around to see her standing just outside the shower. her white apron all ruffled up and her hand rubbing furiously at her groin. her face was hot and flushed. and she looked quite close to orgasm. "Drink him, Billie jo. Drink now!" she barked at me.

At the same time, i felt His hands on my shoulders. pushing me downwards. the stream did not stop coming. it seemed fuller than ever. as i lowered myself, it traced up my stomach onto my chest. he began to play with it. pointing at my nipples and belly button. watching it make patterns on my skin. laughing gleefully as did so. upwards the stream came. turning into a torrent as i lifted my head and offered my neck.

all over my hair and face he sprayed. several times, before his large black hand reached down to my chin and forced my mouth open. obediently i wrapped my lips around the end. and gulped. and gulped. and gulped. i could not keep up. as hard and as often as i swallowed. still he kept on pissing into me. as i choked and spluttered, it ran out over my cheeks and chin.

slowly, eventually the flow began to subside. but at the same time his shaft began to swell. growing ever fatter, ever thicker, ever harder. a great big black truncheon jutting out form his groin. the smell of his lust began to fill the room. sweaty, salty, musky. warm and steamy. my breaths came in gasps and snatches. just the sight of his massive weapon was making me shudder and tremble...

(to be continued)

i thought the walk to the train station would clear my head. but i was still quite drunk by the time i got there. a bit woozy in the head. not very well at all. i wanted to run for the last train when i saw it coming in. but i did not try. in case the exertion made me vomit. i just walked along. burping. and watched the train leave without me.

a long walk home now, i thought. and i was desperate to pee. belly all bloated with too much beer. so tight it was aching. i headed straight for the station car park. i was not going to use the toilets. just piss in the bushes. i told myself. over and over again. dont go near those toilets.

i knew what went on in there. it was scrawled all over the walls.. different cubicles for different types of pervert...showing off their 'acquired tastes' ...."let me suck your cock, Fridays"...."i'd love to lick your balls all night long"...."my butt is wet and warm and waiting for you.. "i need my arse shagged deep and slow"...."my rod is stiff and hard for you"..."wrap your face around me, any Tuesday"..."ring this number".

i had been propositioned in there before. a man whispering to me through the hole in the wall. it was so embarassing. i don't know about you but i just cannot do anything when someone barges into the cubicle next door. especially not when there is a great big hole in the wall. so you knew he could look in any time. but at least he didn't do that. not to start with anyway. he just sat there quietly for a while. i was hoping he would go. but he stayed. and then he started whispering to me.

telling me he knew why i was there really. he just knew i was horny. i liked the taste of cock. there was no point me denying it. and how big his own stiff cock was. right then. just the other side of the thin cubicle wall. long and fat. with a big purple head. waiting for me to unlock my bolt and let him in. his cock was swelling now. getting hot.

an eye appeared at the hole. he gave me a little wolf whistle. such a pretty face. no wonder i thought girlie thoughts, he said. i was as pretty as any girl. i must dream all the time of being with a big hot man like him. those pretty lips needed red hot cock between them. his big cock. just perfect for my young eager mouth.

the problem was he was right. i was feeling horny. my cock had leapt when he spoke to me. and got stiffer and stiffer the longer he went on. the dirtier he got. i was so ashamed. and hoped he did not see. when he peered through that hole. and talked all sleazy like that. just how randy i got. but he did see. he saw my hand trying to hide my erection. as i spotted him peering through.

no point hiding it now, he said. your secret is out. you're aching for a real man, aren't you?. someone with real size. to stretch your lips wide. should he just poke it through the hole? and let me look at it? you wanna touch it, dont you? his eye disappeared. i let out a sigh of relief. i was hot and flushed. and slightly scared. seriously bothered by myself. my thumping head. and bulging pulsing dick. i didn't really fancy men, did i? men in toilet cubicles talking dirty about big cocks? did i? i pulled at my foreskin a few times. to calm down the desperate need. not at all sure of myself. not sure one bit.

suddenly there it was. all big and stiff and angry. jutting out from the wall. right by me. nearly poking me in the eye. he was big. i had to admit. far bigger than i was. 8 maybe 9 inches. i had seen bigger in photos. but this was real life. and there it was. shoved through a hole in the wall for my inspection. he must be rammed hard up against that wall to offer it to me like this. how strange. did he do this often?

i just stared at it. i felt so odd. not repulsed like i thought i should be. not at all. actually i felt it was quite a thing of beauty. powerful, rampantly intense beauty. and so exciting. to have a cock that big shoved in front of your face. looking so sexy and deliciously tempting. making my groin go wild. but dangerous too. what kind of man was he? should i let this go any further?

a battle was starting inside me. i was startled at my own pleasure. like inside i had been waiting for this to happen. so two people in me had begun a fight. between the oh-so-straight never-do-anything-wrong boy my parents knew. and the devil-may-care try-anything-once just-enjoy-the-moment person. the one who did not care about being gay. the one who did not worry what my parents would say.

if they could see me now. nor my sisters and brothers and friends. who would all be so shocked that i had not walked out in disgust. the straight me was trying to keep a lid on things. by reminding me of all the horror on their faces. but oh god it was so thrilling being here. it was my life, wasn't it?

unsure what to do i let my hand drop to my crotch. and masturbated myself as my eyes took in all the details of his manhood. the way it arched slightly upwards. much fatter at the base and tapering off quickly. with the knob very much bigger than the shaft right next to it. still many wrinkles in the skin. suggesting we had yet to see him at full stretch. perhaps i could do something about that?! i pulled at myself ferociously just thinking about it. my limbs ached with weariness from the guilty fight inside me. or from pure undiluted lust?

after a few moments, the cock seem to sag slightly. like it was no longer sure. why don't you hold it? the voice was less of a whisper. more like an urgent instruction. he was getting impatient. i hesitated. you should lick it, he said. the cock reared up again at the thought. the skin pulling back. until nearly the whole head was exposed.

i gazed longingly at the proud moist purple skin. it stank of sex. male sex. i felt a lump in my throat. my head filling with the smell of his lust. it got to me. made me want more. i shifted on my seat restlessly. my arse was suddenly all warm and fluttery. go on, he urged. give it a little suck. then swallow it deep?!

i don't know, i told him. how do i know you're clean. maybe i'm not the first tonight? but as i spoke i lifted my hand to his shaft. just to see what it felt like. i ran my fingers lightly across the top. tracing the thick vein. then underneath. along the thick ridges of gristle. oooh. ummmm, he murmured. i repeated the journey along that bloated blue vein. there, does that feel good? i asked, as innocent as i could. revelling in my new found power.

sure does. but your mouth would be better. no longer urgent, just reminding me where we were headed. be patient, i said. you don't want it over, too soon, do you? at least i was in control. that was part of the thrill, i guess. knowing that he was rammed up hard against the wall. begging for me to please him. i would take my time.

hands and fingers wandering a little further. around the shaft. then into his crotch to stroke his sack and fondle his balls. i fought the urge to kiss them. once more retraced along those bony hard ridges of gristle. so strong and rigid. which made me shudder. all the way to the tip. i was just exploring, i told myself. just seeing what he feels like. how it was to touch another man. but the throbbing in my groin told me i was in far too deep. there was no way i could even stand up. let alone leave.

he bulged proudly with each caress. all thick and fat and full of steel hardness. how big could i make him grow? i pulled the foreskin forward and watched all the creases in his skin straighten out. then bent down and gave the smooth shaft a little kiss. a quick peck at first. then a few little licks. sort of teasing him, really.

i cannot believe i am doing this! to a strange man. i knew this was not the kisses he had in mind. nor the licks. but it was a big step for me. just to kiss a cock. to put my face to his manhood like that. and smell all his lust and desire so up close and personal. i felt a huge wave of elation flooding through me. i was growing up so fast. what an exciting adult thing to do. so i did it again. this time licking all along the shaft from base to tip. but being careful to keep the moistness tucked firmly away under the skin. i was not ready for that. not yet.

ooh that's good, he whispered. now grip it. yes that's right. wrap your fingers tight around it. yes good. now move the skin up and down. gently, gently, not too far. not too fast. that's better. a good steady rhythm. i followed his orders trancelike. like his cock was a wand. and he had hypnotised me. to pleasure him. just by shoving it through the wall. that would explain it. why i found it so easy. so exciting. he had waved his wand at me and made me gay. what a piece of magic!

as my right hand moved to and fro, my left did a little more exploring. tickling his balls. scratching my nails lightly across the saggy skin underneath them. then up over my other hand to touch the moist knob as i pulled the skin back. i was getting ready for it now. i slowed down slightly to give me more time to explore all the exposed, sopping skin. rubbing my fingers through all the wetness. the gnarled ridge seemed to fascinate me. so i ran the tips of my fingers around it several times. making him give out a low moan of delight.

is this your first time? yes i said. smiling at the cock. as if it was speaking to me. my new lover. a 9 inch cock. i thought so, he said. but i can tell you are a natural. you love the taste of cock. you just need to try it. why not give it a little lick, now? i pulled the skin right back and held it there. there was a strange pressure on the back of my head. like an invisible hand forcing me forward. i had to really fight just to keep myself from giving in. i so wanted to do it. eager to taste him. thirsting for him. but it was still so big a thing to do.

like holding him in his hand was one thing. even kissing the shaft and licking it from end to end. but putting him in your mouth was like.. well i knew he would want to come inside me. even expect me to swallow it. could i do that? i noticed i was panting. hot and sweaty. and shaking all over. he urged me again, go on you know you want it. yes i could do that. i was screaming for it!

i ran my fingertips all over his wet knob. looking at the tiny tiny creases in the shiny purple velvet. fighting fighting with myself not to suck. but i just had to taste him. i needed to know the taste of his sex. so i put my sopping wet fingers to my lips and licked them. yes, and i liked it. at the same time i put my nose to the knob and breathed deeply. taking a deep draught of his manhood. god it smelt good. my cock twitched violently. and began to seep juice.

What, like this? i asked at last. as my tongue traced round that gnarled ridge that i seemed to love. licking up all the greasy fluids that had gathered there. yes, yess. ooooh, that's good. do it again. don't stop. the taste of manhood now flooded into my mouth. salty, potent. it seeped and oozed around my teeth and gums. i more than liked it. i loved it. my whole body shook with pleasure. my groin was tearing apart. i felt my cock would burst. so perhaps he was right after all? i did love the taste of a man. my pretty lips were good for sucking cock? this cock anyway.

i just had to have more. my face fell on him. my lips sucked hard. my mouth wrapped around his shaft. my tongue licked frantically at the helmet. ooh, aaah he moaned. but to be honest my own pleasure was more important now. to feel him inside me. so good. better than you can imagine. part of my head was still screaming this was crazy. but the rest of me was happy. delirious, in fact. this was lust as it was meant to be. i began thrusting my neck as hard as i could. trying to hold his twitching cock still as i forced it to the back of my throat.

my arse clenched. as if jealous of being neglected. my head swirled with dangerous thoughts. that's what gay bois do, isn't it? let their older lovers prise their bum cheeks wide apart. and bugger them ruthlessly. suddenly it all seemed so obvious. as if having him so deep inside my mouth made it plain. just how much more fun would it be to have him up my arse? would i let him do that to me? all the while I pumped and pumped. god i wanted him so.

oh my christ, he barked. that's too much. no don't stop. my jaw was aching like mad. but i kept on thrusting my neck back and forward. so keen to please him. so eager to make him come. then suddenly noises outside. two rowdy young lads shouting at each other. about the girls they had chatted up. they came staggering in, clearly pissed. and emptied their beer noisily into the urinal. laughing about what they were going to do to the girls when they got them home.

we both stopped dead. slowly i slipped him out of my mouth. but for some reason i couldn't let go of him. i just held him there. his body rammed hard against the wall. unable to move an inch. worse that that. i held his balls in my other hand. and began to wank him. gently of course. just to keep him stiff. and ready for me. when these two lads had gone. but they took an age. and i was getting bored. so i started wanking him harder. and harder. he could say nothing. he could do nothing. completely trapped. my prisoner.

just as they were walking back out the door, i noticed the helmet bulging and swelling. and his shaft was even stiffer. even fatter. the skin pulled completely taut. no sign of a single crease or wrinkle. i guessed what was happening. and shoved my face back round the end. and pumped my neck a few more times. he stifled a massive groan. then waited.

glorious creamy gallons of gunk spewed out of him. coating my whole mouth. at the end of each spurt i pushed my tongue up. and squeezed him against my palate. making sure i milked him dry. ooooh you little horny bitch, he cried. you little sum slut. i liked that. being called a horny bitch. and a cum slut. somehow it was what i wanted to be.

the oddest, most wonderful thing. each time he spat more, i did too. except of course there was no mouth to catch mine. it went everywhere. i didn't care. i would leave it there. let the world know this was where i gave my first blow job. anyway my mouth was full soon enough. no matter how many times i tried to gulp and swallow. he just kept coming. until it spilt out of my nose and from my lips. and formed great drying chunks on my chin. before dropping to the floor. his spunk and mine mixing together on the grimy tiles of our lovenest.

after a while he began to soften. and my attempts to milk him seemed to start to irritate him. so i slackened my jaw and let him pull away. that was very good, he muttered. was that really your first time? you were such a randy little whore. i can't believe you've not sucked loads of cock before. maybe not big ones, like mine? was that what got you so horny, my little tart?

i couldn't answer him. my mouth was still full of drying globs of spunk. stuck to my teeth and gums. that i was desperately trying to free up with my fingers and tongue. so i could swallow them. i tried to mumble, yes it was your big cock. i thought it would please him. maybe even keep him talking. i liked the way he was using me with his words. i wanted to be his randy little cock slut. his too horny whore. my anus was on fire. i was thinking that maybe it did not need to end. just yet?

i heard him buckle up his jeans and zip himself away. the thing is, he said, i would love to shag the arse off you. but there's a problem, there. if you really are a virgin, that is. you won't be able to take a cock my size too easily. you might bleed. but worse than that. you probably need a flush. have you ever... echum... had a colonic? i could take you back to my flat and give you one, i suppose. but it can get very messy when we are both drunk like this.

i sat there in horror at the sheer medical bluntness of his words. suddenly the awful biological reality of gay sex came crashing in on me. brown-hatters? shit-stabbers? that's what they were. and he wanted to give me an enema. just how disgusting was that? i felt physically sick. unable to cope.

i pulled up my trousers and ran out. without checking to see even what he looked like. this guy who had just come in my mouth. i just had to escape. off up the street. as fast as i could go. when i stopped running, i realised my trousers were soaking. i couldn't go home just yet. i needed to think.

it was all so complicated. i had to admit i was different. i tried not to be. i truly did. i liked girls. i liked being with them. going with them. touching them. even kissing them. i mean between their legs. they liked that. my girl said i was very good. far too good. so we always did it that way. i didn't mind. she tasted nice. i felt really proud when she came.

though i had to admit i often got funny feelings looking at other men. not boys like myself. i mean men. older men, real men. like when i was down the gym or the Sports Hall. maybe naked in the changing rooms. those with beefed up pumping iron bodies. covered in layers of lined strapping muscle. showing off. flexing themselves in front of the mirrors. you know the ones i mean. the confident ones. those with a lot...down there.

but i hated myself for it. i didn't want to become a queer. i hated the very idea of being called gay. i came from a tough family. who lived in a rough neighbourhood. any mention down our street of an 'iron hoof' or 'front n rear' was always met with catcalls and jeers. you could feel the violence waiting to lash out.

it was not just what my parents thought. it is what everyone would think. and say and do. i would get beaten up. laughed at. no-one would dare talk to me. i had to keep my feelings secret. most of all i had to keep tonight secret. i was glad we never saw each other's face. our secret was even secret from each other. let's keep it that way. unless i went back of course. to find him again? i put it out of my head. and turned for home.

when i got home everyone was asleep. thank christ for that. i went straight to my bedroom and hid my shirt and jeans. they were both covered in spunk stains. i would have to deal with them somehow. then i took my cock out. it was still dripping with juices. just like his cock looked when he first shoved it at me. and it stank of lust. just like him.

what was it that did that? down there in the darkness. where all our secrets hide. was his cock really that big? would it really have made me bleed? why did i care? worst of all, i just had to play with myself. as i chewed the last remaining bits of his lust, i shot loads for the second time.

for weeks the moment stayed with me. an odd, dark excitement. i felt adult and aloof. somehow distant from everyone i knew. but there was a creeping sense of shame. the details became fuzzy. how did he see my cock? had i truly tried to hide it? or was i trying to show him? is that what turned him on? made him keep at me? offer his cock like that to me. that cock so near to my mouth. that i just had to taste. just bend forward. and pop it in.

why did i keep going back to that car park? just to look in those toilets. every time i could. i just had to go. always curious. wondering about those offers. those strange exotic promises. especially in the end cubicle. where it seemed only black men wrote...

"i have 9 inches of thick big black cock for your mouth to drool over"... "Black Hung Stud. young white boiz suck me through this hole every Wednesday".. "i love to stick my fat dark meat up preety white boyz"..."let me stretch yor tite white ass until yo burst and bleed"..."then yo can gobble my big black pole. cumslut white boi. an lik my kreem"..."i am your black master. superior ruler of your pathetic pale flesh. i command you to serve me. you will be my white bitch whore. my cockslave. your weak pale body serving my black muscle needs. sucking at my black meat".

it was just too wierd. who were these people? that somehow seemed to fascinate me. so each time i went past. i just had to go back in. each time i found a reason to be there. yes, i had even missed the train because i wanted to make one more visit. of so many visits. longing for things i did not understand. sometimes i looked at pictures too. like the underwear packages in the stores. those gorgeous male models. all rippling torsos, carved buttocks and bulging groins. all this manhood flaunted in front of me. tempting me.

i would sneak in there after school and catch glimpses of them. then hide in the changing rooms. imagining one of them was in there with me. flirting with me. trying to seduce me. trying to kiss me. on the lips. i wondered what kissing a man was like. a naked body in only his underpants next to mine. being taken in a strong man's arms and feeling his hardness. pressing against me. then hot in my hands. waiting for the coolness of my wet mouth... usually i had to dash to the store bathrooms to relieve myself quickly!

my girl had made me miss the bus that night. she always did. kept me there until i had to run. or miss it. she did it to tease me? i thought. or maybe make me prove how much she meant to me? i dunno. i never knew. the sex with her was so horny though. not normal sex. i mean oral sex. i just told you that. she told me she wanted me to kiss her down there. so that's what i did.

i liked it. lying between her wide open legs. for hours at a time. kissing and licking. lapping and sucking. drawing her button in between my lips. and rubbing the tip of my tongue on it. sometimes just breathing on her for minutes on end. other times shoving my fingers right up her as she rammed my face hard against her cunt. until she writhed and moaned.. and shuddered and shivered. and told me how good it was.

afterwards she would offer to take my cock out. and play with it for a while. but it never worked out. every noise, every car door slam was her parents coming home. no time. zip it up. hurry before they came in. why did she never worry about that when she was hot and sweaty. and shouting out loud about how good my tongue was? not that i minded that much. she was useless with my cock anyway. often hurt it with her clumsy fumbling.

that night she had not even offered. i was glad. i was too pissed anyway. made me good with my tongue though. she had clung to me afterwards. shaking and shivering. nibbling my ear. telling me how wonderful i was. even though she stank of sweat. it had gathered on her top lip. and collected on the hairs there. making them dark. like a moustache. she said she was sorry. for being so selfish. i said it was ok. i meant it. i knew i would find someone else soon.

as i walked to the station i kept thinking about which girl i should go for next. but it did not seem to calm the aching rage down below. my girl may have started it. but it seemed like no girl could finish it. what was wrong with me? my cock was bursting. but... but... why did my mind keep thinking of that car park? that toilet? that one night of hot-headed foolishness. my little skirmish with a gay man who i never actually met. would i ever see him again?

as i got to the car park i headed for the trees. but i glanced over. as casual as can be. there was a man loitering there. pacing up and down impatiently. he was not the usual type. not the sort you would meet in our no-hope one-horse hick town. he looked rich and distinguished. like he was famous, and used to the better things. an expensive coat with the collar up. and a big mess of black hair. gleaming all shiny in the darkness. swept back in a quiff.

he kept brushing his hand through it. as he strode up and down. tall and lean. still so impatient. waiting for someone. but who? me? he caught my eye. and stopped and stared. i stopped to look back at him. was he as handsome as i thought? was i imagining it? i screwed my eyes up tight. but i could not make out much of him under the dingy neon light. was he smiling at me? willing me to come over. i could not tell. but just the thought of it was enough to make my heart leap. make me start towards him. to find out who he was.

as soon as i began walking i got nervous. all shaky inside. my stomach churning. my chest hurting. my pulse racing. there was something dangerous happening. but too enticing to ignore. i guessed, well knew really, what he was after. i told myself i could be wrong. he was waiting for his woman. or someone he knew. but why did i scoff at the thought? why had i turned towards him? did i want him? to take what he wanted from me? what was i doing here anyway?

my head crowded with troubled thoughts. i had known i would come here. no matter how much i told myself no. a part of me did not want to rush home. wanted to miss the train. to find out if anyone was here. it had been like that all the way to station. since i left my girlfriends house. i had been feeling horny and confused. wondering what i really wanted.

i stared down at my feet as i made my way over uncertainly to this stranger. i remembered all the times i tried not to look up at other attractive men. i would hide away in the corners when the big guys changed. all shy and nervous. but it was hard not to notice them. the way they flaunted their proud physiques. they would spend ages soaping themselves down in the showers. massaging their broad chests and firm buttocks over and over again. making me wish it was my hands on their body. feeling their male strength under my touch.

my mind was now crammed full of naked men. oiling themselves down after their soapy showers. rubbing lotions and creams into themselves. their fingers exploring all the private parts of their bodies. oh god how i wanted it to be my fingers. the well hung hunks were always the worst. they pull at their big fat cocks all the time. stretching them. until the skin goes tight. as if they want them to grow even longer. wouldn't it be nice to hold them. just for once. see how much they grew then!

how much worse it had been since that first taste of cock? that wonderful moment when i first bent to kiss him. when my mouth first wrapped itself around the sopping wet throbbing helmet. then to feel him spurt into me. all that lust. so much cream. that i had to chew and swallow for hours. my cock throbbed again at the thought of that night. was that why i was here?

so i had every reason to be nervous. about this man looking at me now. I talked to myself as i hurried over the tarmac. just go for a pee and then leave. ignore him. pretend he isn't there. but why did i not just run over to the bushes? why did i keep going? what did i want so badly? my heart was thumping. a lump was in my throat. my body was on fire. i just had to find out. if he wanted me. for sex. and what that was like. not just to taste him. god knows i wanted that. but more. full-on real sex, with a man. plunging deep inside my rear.

that's why i tried to avoid these toilets these days. those messages made me restless. i tried not to care. but i always got horny. got me all stiff reading them. especially those ones about big black men. i had seen photos of their giant dangling weapons. secret photos hidden at school. some just posing. like the men down the gym. but others more explicit too. of a young white boy lilke me sucking a huge black cock. and being made to lick his giant black balls. and getting his face covered in sticky white mess. smeared all over his cheeks and hair. washing around his teeth and gums. sliding out of his nose. and i came in my hand every time i looked at them.

he smiled as i walked up to him. an easy smile, a friendly smile. he was male model material. drop dead gorgeous. finely chiseled angular cheekbones. deep blue eyes. olive skin, perfectly smooth. until you got close enough. to see the jet black stubble of 5 o'clock shadow. that told you he was all man. no matter how pretty he looked. he was ferociously male. big wide mouth, fat red shiny lips with shining white teeth. still smiling at me like a long lost friend.

i smiled back. he just seemed so nice. so charming. so confident. a dapper handsome film star. smiling at me. outside a grotty bog by the railway. in our shitty little suburb. suddenly it just seemed unreal. like we were in one of his films. i was the bit part. waiting for my moment. my cue. 'Good evening' i said politely. trying to be brave.

'Good evening' he replied, grinning at me. but his grin was seeped in lust. demanding impatient sleazy lust. his eyes bore into mine. like he was already invading me. like he was already seducing me. like i was already his. god, that annoyed me. no wonder women loathe handsome men. they are just so bloody vain. so bloody cocksure. suddenly he no longer seemed so exciting.

"Are you looking for anyone in particular?" i asked, as if somehow that mattered. "Oh, I am very particular" he replied, still grinning at me. a stupid grin. worse than that. a leer. a lecherous sneering leer at me. as if he had to make no effort. i would succumb to his charms. without him even trying. he opened his coat. and stroked himself. to show his manhood. i was repulsed by this crude gesture. i don't know why. did i expect a bunch of flowers from him?!

but for a while his spell over me was broken. i hurried inside and unzipped as i walked. my dick started showering the urinal almost before i reached it. i heaved a sigh of relief. i had been so full it hurt to let go. the pleasure of release was almost like an orgasm. the flood was so full the noise was deafening. as it rained down on the hard metal. like a thousand drums and cymbals all at once.

i felt the tension flowing out of me with my piss. like i was a man again. no need to be scared. there was nothing timid about me now. my cock was full and big. and still my flood kept pouring out. making me feel strong. able to banish those secret desires that had been haunting me. i played with the golden stream. pointing it at different parts of the urinal wall. watching the patterns that it made across the metal. as it ran down into the gully.

i had been going for quite a few seconds. before my mind wandered back to him. the handsome man outside. he had decided against me. he could tell i was not really interested in him. he would wait for someone else? i was beginning to calm down. but there was an ache. an emptiness. a sense of disappointment. nothing had happened after all. my excitement had been a foolish teenage fantasy. it was all in my head.

then he walked in. just as my flood was starting to falter. draining my confidence with it. he strode up briskly. quite noisily. not at all as guilty as i thought he should be. accosting me like that. trying to turn me into a gay slut. right next to a stinking urinal. with the piss of a night's worth of drunkards around our feet. why did he have no shame? was i wrong? was he not really interested in me? how could i tell? why was he standing so close?

he stood quietly next to me as he fiddled with his clothing. the air filled with his after shave. a powerful sweet cologne. but mixed with his maleness. an aura of adult mystery. but perhaps too strong. yes, too powerful. like he was sweating heavily. all restless. pumping out male hormones in a cloud around us both. drowning out the acrid stench of stale pee.

it felt oddly flattering to think that heady sweat was all for me. my young heart fluttered with this special sign. of his passion. all saved up for me. his desire for me was so strong that he just had to have me. nothing else mattered. not even where we were. that was why he was so clumsy! he fancied me so badly. would i give in? he would have to wait and see!

"sounds like you needed that" he whispered leaning even closer towards me. "i sure did" i murmured, unable to look at him. i was anxious he might put me off. make me tense up again and stop. leave me still bursting to release more. just the smell of him was unsettling me enough. suddenly it felt dangerous again. but not exciting this time. his words had not worked their magic. any more than his stupid grin.

he might be mouth-wateringly handsome, but that was not enough. he might have an overpowering desire for me. but that was not enough either. i needed that excitement back again. that sizzling tingling rush across my flesh. or i was not ready to surrender.

i fixed my gaze on the gentle stream still easing from me. wondering how much more i had to do. how much longer before i escaped? suddenly i knew how a girl felt when the wrong boy makes a pass at her. or the right boy says the wrong thing. or maybe the right thing at the wrong moment. how could boys be so stupid? how could men be so disappointing.

he was looking at my dick. i was sure. my ears strained to hear if he had started peeing yet. i could not see in the darkness. oh god how embarassing. what if someone walked in? saw us like this? should i stop and run? "do you want me to hold it for you?" he asked as if he was offering a polite favour. "er, what? er no. no thanks. i don't do that" after a few moments silence he whispered in my ear again "well then, would you hold mine for me?" in the same gentle, courteous tone, as if it was only the right thing to do. a well-manned cordial gesture. oh christ! my head thumped. what now?

i looked over at his cock. i don't know why. perhaps i thought that was the polite thing to do. while i considered his request. but i was not ready for such a rude shock. he was not pissing. but pulling at himself. and it was already so big. i mean incredibly huge. thick and fat and ridiculously long. more like a truncheon than a cock. it was not yet stiff. but it was much bigger than last time. bigger than any i had seen before, even in pictures. bigger than i thought posible. just a few inches from me. i gasped, almost shouted in surprise.

he looked at me triumphantly. he began easing the skin back to reveal his shiny pink knob. then pulling the wrinkly flap back over the end. squeezing the knob between his thumb and forefinger. now it was stiffening. all the creased skin gradually stretching. the fat floppy shaft slowly bulging to hardness. swelling to a massive throbbing pork stick.

right here in front of me. like a great big baseball bat being waved at me. even bigger than the black blokes down the gym. even than the photos in my Dad's porn books. the ones who always had women giving them blow-jobs. greedily coating their poles with slimy saliva. those giant poles i dreamt of sucking. until i spurted cream all over my hand.

"oh my god. you're huge. absolutely fucking huge" i did not mean to say that. the words just spoke themselves. like it was so shockingly, delightfully true. i trembled as i spoke. i could not keep the bare massive fact inside. he was a giant of a man. an awesomely deliciously enticing huge great wonder cock. that i could not help but stare at. i felt my blood boil. a tidal wave of foaming frothing lust pour through every tiny vessel. flushes of hot and cold. the wooziness came back. flashes before my eyes. i started to sway.

some dribble slipped out of the side of my lips. and rolled down my cheek. staying on my chin for a second or two. before dropping to the floor. my tongue stuck to the top of my mouth. all the dark urges and desires began to wash through me. the tingling, burning dangerous excitement was back.

suddenly the air was thick with the smell of him. not just his after shave. and the discreet manliness i had smelt before. but the hot dank, sweaty scent of his groin. his cock and balls wafting up a great cocktail of lust. a potion of insistent, manly needs. i had smelt that aroma before. that told me what i had yearned to know.

he wanted me. and i loved it. he was desperate for me. i knew that now. my nose and head were filled with this fiery choking odour. his male sexual intensity seeping into my nostrils. and the thrill of it seared all the way through me. burnt into my very soul. and stays with me to this very day!

my own cock twitched violently into life. so much so that my piss stream rose up to horizontal. and started bouncing violently off the urinal wall. we both had to jump back to avoid the spray. i pushed my hard shaft down. even though it hurt me. i pointed my flow into the corner. out of harm's way.

"oh my god. sorry about that. i don't know what's got into me". he laughed, gently "i'm pleased. i wasn't sure you were interested". yes of course. now he knew my little secret. i'd made it obvious. he'd turned me on. it was not meant to happen. i had tried to tell myself. but it just had. the sight of that bloody great big cock had shown us both what i really was. the secret was out. he would tell everyone.

i might hide it down my street. but he spotted me right away. i had not been able to stop myself. i had walked in here asking for it. now my stiff rod told him i was begging for it. for what i secretly wanted to be. a dick-sucking faggot. a queer, a woofter. a cock-gobbler. but not just that. i had wanted my arse ripped apart by some he-man god. i had been dreaming about it for weeks and months. since that last time here. and before. i couldn't get it out of my head. even when i was with my girl. especially when i was alone in bed at night.

i could try to kid myself. but my own jutting pole told me the truth. i fancied men. especially well hung studs. what chance did i stand when faced with such massive awesome manhood? it scared me as rigid as my own dick. but i could no longer help it. i kept coming back for more. i was weak and helpless in the face of such male strength. gagging for it. i felt myself slipping down into a chasm of my own weakness. a new secret life. a dangerous life. into an unknown i did not choose. but could not avoid. my desire for him now hung over me like a great sadness.

i watched glumly as my manly stream turned to a high pressure fine jet. squeezed out from a tiny slit in my straining flesh. my little pink gayboi stick. as thick as a finger next to his truncheon. but still stiffer than ever. which told him i was up for grabs. another notch in his fuselage. a pathetic horny little slut. another young pretty boy. about to become his victim.

no? what? i shook my head. you're just pissed and woozy. you are letting him take advantage of you. he should know better than to pester young teenagers like me. a rich man like him. he could afford to find himself a proper lover. like one of those male models in the underwear store. soft, romantic, kissing each other over a stylish meal. not here, in a sleazy, stinking public toilet! get out of here quick! run, run, run....leave him. he's not worth it.

but i did not move. i was still peeing anyway. it was no use though. i knew that. my head was spinning. not just with the drink. his closeness had worked its spell on me. that groin smell flooding my brain. powerful, demanding. the brush of his arm next to mine. my flesh tingled with every touch. then of course the sight of that monster cock. every inch of me was alive with need. my whole body was trembling with excitement. my piss was still squeezing out. from the end of one of the hardest erections i had ever had.

i looked bigger than ever. but still i felt inadequate. his massive cock in front of me was teasing me. taunting me. a giant salami. he kept stroking himself. a thick fat rod swelling hypnotically. i just stood there staring at it. he pulled harder at the skin. until finally it pulled taut around his bulging length. he was at full stretch. waiting for me. again i felt myself dribbling. slobbering over him like a faithful puppy.

then he took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. burning with heat. wrinkled with veins. throbbing with power. my fingers caressing the soft warm skin. smoothing the wrinkles. tracing the contours of pulsing fat flesh. and then the ridges of gristle. wandering from tip to crotch. just to be sure it really was that long. 'oh' i said numbly before biting my lip in ecstasy. how many times had i dreamt of holding a cock like this? how many times had i wondered whether it had all been a dream? that night i sucked a stranger's cock.

the fight in me drained away. i shut my eyes to take in the pleasure. the intoxicating salty-sweet odour of our lust. his large manly body. the touch of his flesh in my hand. the steel hard stiffness. the swollen pulsating fatness. the raw naked need for me.

did he get like this with all the boys? or was i special? could he tell i tried to run? did that make him so randy? was that why he came to this grotty bog? to find innocent young virgin boys like me? to prey on? take advantage of? seduce them when they are drunk and weak. and can't control themselves. how could they? not with a weapon like that dangled in front of them. how could anyone resist him? no wonder he was so cocky. he knew i would crumble.

my fingers continued to explore his long shaft. stroking it. kneading it. god his cock was stiff for me. rigid like concrete. and so bloody incredibly big. and yet when i squeezed it, it felt so soft and beautiful too. my first full-on gay moment had come upon me. i would let him fuck my arse. i was glad it was him. he was heaven. i looked down at the prize in my hand. the passport to untold joys that beckoned me. willed me on into adulthood.

i gently eased the skin back and forth. unsure how far to go. and then shuddered as the ridge of the swollen purple head slipped out. his great knob now fully exposed. silky smooth and shiny in the gloom. smeared with his seeping juices that still oozed from its little eye. sticky and sopping wet to the touch. my mouth so parched and dry.

and then another droplet gathered on the end. so enticing. without thinking i let go of my own dick and put my finger to his moisture. catching the juice before it fell. then another droplet. spreading across my fingertips. then i put them to my lips. and sucked at his sweet nectar. it filled my mouth at once. the bold clear taste of a man. a drug of sexual energy. i moaned with delight. i wanted more. so much more.

i pulled the foreskin to and fro a little further. back to the base of his shaft. until his helmet bent gently downward. the pink underside of his foreskin pulled right back. covered in slimy fluids. just like the red and gnarled and angry knob. all of it coated with his male juices. demanding to be licked clean. i ran my fingers round it all. coating them all with his moistness. and once more licked at them. sucking up all of his lust. finger by finger.

he tasted so good. i felt my knees go weak. i so wanted his moist flesh in my mouth. to drink up all that precious juice. i was about to drop to the floor right there. kneel down in front of him. in the middle of all that squalid piss. it no longer seemed to matter. just to wrap my mouth around his beautiful knob. i had lost control so completely.

he caught my elbow and held me steady. "In there" he whispered. and pushed me into the cubicle. he propped me up against the wall before turning to lock the door. suddenly i felt trapped. and thought i should escape. i turned to leave. but he put his arms out wide and stopped me. opening up his coat. his massive cock still stiff and wild inside. waving in front of him. as i tried to move past him our two erections met.

i stood stock still. right there. just to feel our hot flesh touching. i could not move. he dropped his hand and gathered his own stiffness and mine. pressing them together. forcing our cocks so tight together. our balls jiggling against each other. i shut my eyes again. oh my god. to feel his heat. wrapped in that soft flesh. that red hot poker. searing and scorching into me. to feel the burning energy of his passion. pouring out of his rod. his nuclear rod. sending my reactor into overload. piling fire into me. welding me to him. as it melted my manhood into him. and all my strength went with it. i felt knees sag once more.

"ooogh...ummmm" was all i could say. and stood there face down. chewing at my lip. a heavy aching weakness had suddenly washed through my limbs. that brief moment of nuclear fire had exhausted me. i leant my head into his chest. "no, no, no. don't be shy. don't go all quiet and english on me. it's time for fun. and passion" for the first time i noticed a slightly foreign lilt to his accent. but could not place it. i was about to ask him. when he lifted my chin up to face him.

"i want you. and i want you now." he said. it seemed so simple. so obvious. but it made me even weaker. he wanted me. not just anyone. but me. grabbing my arm, he moved me backwards. i sensed he was readying me for a kiss. a snog here in the grimy darkness. so he was a romantic after all. he liked to kiss his victims. i leant back against the wall. unable to support myself. i knew i was giving into him. giving into needs i had always fought. but the surrender was sublime. he wanted me. and i wanted him. and that big fat cock of his.

one of his hands grabbed my jaw and his face bore down on mine. as our mouths met our naked cocks pressed harder between us. his other hand was on my buttock. grabbing at it violently. forcing my groin against his. now we were joined together forever. top and bottom. he was going to inject me wtih molten lust. that great big fiery stick turning my cock to liquid. reducing me to rubble. becoming part of him. unable to survive without him.

his greedy hungry lips. kissing me all over my face. the harsh stubble burning into my skin. making me sore. tearing at my soft young cheeks. how i loved it. the careless roughness. his vicious passion. his total male assertion. me desperately kissing him back. wanting him to hurt me more. "yes, yes, yes" i gasped. grind that spiteful male stubble across my tender youthful flesh. rip me to pieces. be my man. let me be your lover. take me all the way. use the very depths of me for your lust.

I laughed quietly at my own wild abandon. just from one kiss. with a man. my new man. and i was a total slave. not like kissing a girl at all. no soft dewy eyed flirting. no hint of innocence. no say. no resistance. just painful, sweet acceptance. my heart soared at the release from all the months of waiting. the years of doubt. i knew he was the one. he was why i had to come back here. we were meant for each other.

his hands pulling at my jawbones. forcing my teeth apart. i gave out a loud sigh and let his tongue invade my mouth. a red hot dagger of muscle. piercing me. gouging me apart. how i had missed it. the feel of a man inside me. taking me. using me. just rampant full-on sex. like his tongue was also his cock. breaking me in. making me bleed with lust for him.

nothing i had ever done had prepared me for this moment. not even my first blow job. to kiss a man like this was something i had not really been able to imagine. so forbidden. so overwhelming. electric ecstasy. making me slobber and gobble with sluttish pleasure. sucking desperately at his tongue. trying to welcome it deeper. get him right inside me. like his kiss was telling me what he would take from me next. and my aching, hurting body was screaming yes. my shivering and quivering, shaking and shuddering was telling him he could have whatever he wanted.

telling me too. the long fight was over. the denial was over. the emptiness, the yearning hungry void that had been with me for so long. and now was waiting to be filled. i was ready to give myself to my man. my whole body writhed about him. drawing him into me. every nerve alive to his masculine roughness. and the thought of the awesome power between his legs. and where he might soon put it. let him choose. i would open myself up for him.

i did not want to let him go. sucked so violently at him. drawing his tongue-cock deep into my throat. my arms flung around his body pulling him tight to me. so elated at his overwhelming craving for me. i was no longer ashamed. i hoped somebody did walk in. i wanted the world to know i was now his.

he pressed me harder and harder against the wall. grinding himself into my groin. his hand down my trousers. his nails ripping at my buttock. and he tongue-fucked my mouth until my lips were bloated and bruised. my face red raw with the endless rasp of his bristles. his strong fingers pulled at my jaw until my bones ached. pushing my mouth wider. forcing himself deeper into me. getting me ready.

all the while that great big hot hardness was pressing into my flesh. reminding me of his maleness. so strong. so forceful. so confident and full of purpose. making me squirm. wallowing in how much lust he had for me. his fat pole injecting my crotch with his sex drug. turning me into his addict. both of us bathed in juices.

the sensations began to spread out. flowing from my cock and balls in a warm dull glow. across my stomach and spine. then up to my chest and neck. washing through my torso like lava. then falling back again like a retreating wave. collecting together in a tight volcanic ball. right up my backside. burning red hot. like my arse was about to explode.

then suddenly the heat washed away, leaving an empty gyrating chasm where my anus once had been. squelching folds of greedy flesh. twitching and convulsing. seeping lust. bloated lips puffing, then hungrily clenching and contracting. like it had its own life. its own needs. telling me what it was craving. longing to be filled. by that huge sword. stabbing me with delirious ecstasy. yes when would we do that? i could not wait to give myself to him. to feel him deep inside that chasm that used to be my arse. flooding me. owning me. delivering his seed into the most secret crevices.

but something else too. it seemed like his full-on masculine assault on me was dissolving my own sad half maleness. as my lust moved from my cock to my arse. i felt the boy inside evaporate like a ghost. leaving me. that volcanic rush of anal need had washed my weak and sorry attempt at manhood away. it was slithering and sliding out of my backside. skulking off to hide. leaving me empty of gender. waiting for his intrusion and instruction. waiting for his cock to flood me full of what he wanted me to be.

his pumping tongue was already filling my head with girlie thoughts. making me placid and passive. wrapping myself around his insistent insertion. dosing me up with the soft docile femininity. of the tart-whore cumslut he had decided to make of me. soon his iron-hard monster cock would do the same. turn me into a full-on female strumpet. a bitch whore cock-worshipping slave to his needs. whose arse would always be open for her man.

strange memories came flooding back. dressing in girl's clothes. secretly at home. my sisters skirts. and silk gloves and stockings. and hairbands. wearing make-up. in drama class. on stage. begging to be given a female part. the tingling excitement it always gave me. even dreaming of being a real girl. lying in bed sweating as i walked alone in some strange place. a flimsy dress with no panties. of being taken by strange men. and used and used again, endlessly. being gang-banged and left for dead. how my head had spun. and groin had ached.

now i understood. i had always wanted to be a girl. not really a girl. but a woman. i needed to find a man strong enough to make me one. someone powerful enough to turn me. and here he was. taking me over. turning me. melting me into a woman. his woman. the roughness of his flesh was moulding me to his desire. his kiss and cock were working his magic on me!

suddenly it all made sense. i could see myself bending over in front of him. my hand smoothing my silk stockings. over the new jewellery on my ankles he had just bought me. my fingers roaming over my high heel stiletto shoes. and up my trim calves. gently caressing all the creases out of the silk. across my freshly shaven thighs. pressing and pulling all the material tight and taut. all the way up under my dress to where the stockings stopped. then massaging the oily skin at the tops of my legs. lifting my white skirt high as i asked 'does my bum look big in this?' 'do you want to take me now?!'

and his hands greedily all over my soft buttocks. kneading them. pinching them. squeezing them. stroking the smooth white skin. slapping each side. one after the other. hard, then harder still. bringing them to redness. digging his nails in deep. drawing blood. parting the cheeks ruthlessly. his tongue licking hotly at my puffy bloated lips. making way for his bold insistent rod. with a buck of his hips forcing a brutal thrust. grunting as he made his grand passionate entrance. oh how he would fuck me. deep and hard and strong. till he flooded me with gallons of his chunky male cream.

the joy of knowing that coursed through me. my arms foraged inside his coat to find his flesh. eagerly i grabbed at his torso. swooning at the rippling muscles my fingers found there. drowning in my helpless adoration of my new master. flitting my fingers over his body to soak up his strength. sighing and gasping at how lucky i was he chose me. he chose me! to be his new lover! how i would please him so.

as i clung to him. i let him ride roughshod all over me. which he did. his mouth left mine and his teeth dug into my neck. he bit at my flesh in snarling spiteful snaps. chewing at my skin. grunting and growling. like a wolf eating its prey. each bite sending fire down my spine. making me crave him still more. i found myself tearing at his shirt. trying to kiss every inch of his chest. i couldn't get enough his flesh.

then just when i was all used up. and totally at his command. his hands reached for my shoulders. carefully easing me lower before plonking me on the pedestal. my jaw brushed against his cock as i sat down. smearing my cheek with his flood of oozing fluids. unthinkingly my hand lifted to wipe them off.

but it never got to my cheek, instead i found his groin. he had unbuckled himself and dropped his clothes away. for a few seconds i stared at the wetness of the helmet. so close to me. as had happened once before. noticing how it too was not completely smooth. but had tiny tiny creases, just like my first cock. and it too needed to be stroked and licked. it was all there for me. inches from my face. all my heart's desire. my fingers stroked the massive balls that swung beneath his pink truncheon. i teased the wrinkles of his scrotum with my fingernails. as i got myself ready to swallow him.

i laughed out loud at the endless shame of so many months. the clumsy guilt of our first few words. it no longer seemed scary at all. it seemed the most natural thing of all. this was love. my first affair. no secret tryst. pure public adoration. instinctively, my other hand reached for his shaft. easing the skin back once more. until that moist throbbing knob was out again. asking to be sucked. like my whole life had been waiting for this moment. my head bobbed forward. and i licked at the greasy helmet. then popped him into my mouth. then i let my tongue wander down his shaft and lick his balls.

i fondled each jewel gently between my fingers before sucking on them in turn. but the sweet juicy fluid and moistness of his knob kept tempting me back up the shaft. to sup his nectar from him. each time i did he groaned and put his hands in my hair.

eventually i let him force me onto him. pursing my lips so that they brushed against the soft velvet of his helmet. wiggling my tongue around the ridge. making him moan with delight. then on into the back of my throat. as far as i knew how to go. back then. so i had not dreamt it. it was all deliciously clear. this was what cock tasted like! i had not forgotten. and i loved it.

his taste was much stronger than i remembered from before. much hornier than a girl down there too. saltier, more potent. as my tongue lapped at him i could feel the slit continuously seeping that sticky juice. full of male lust and need. which spread through my mouth. i swallowed hard. then pressed him tight with my tongue to squeeze out yet more.

i very quickly got used to the pumping rhythm he wanted me to make. a couple of times he slipped out. but just whispered "it does not matter. i will take you back to my house soon. where i will teach you so much more. and i want that tight little backside of yours" i so wanted that too. but i remembered the last humiliating moment. the disappointment and shame of that medical announcement. from my secret cum-spitter. would my new man be more romantic? how would i find out? then i had an idea.

i stopped my pumping for a moment. just wanking him as i spoke. "will you want me to dress up as a woman?" i asked. my body shook with nerves and fear. what would he say? "of course" he said "you are far too pretty to be a boy. that was why i chose you. now you will be my little tart. it will take time. i will want to prepare you properly. make sure your skin is soft and smooth all over. make sure you are well-oiled and ready to accept my largeness too". i grinned from ear to ear. he knew how to treat a young lover. he would make me feel like a real lady!

"I can't wait" i said and bobbed my head furiously to and fro. i went gradually further each time. as i got used to having my lips forced so wide apart. stretching my face in a silent shout. and the feel of him hitting the back of my mouth. bruising my tonsils. his flavour flowed into each corner and crevice. slipping out around the sides. running down my face. i massaged his shaft as i bobbed my head. hoping i could masturbate him to orgasm. but he kept bucking his hips. thrusting forward. making it plain he expected me to swallow more.

i was so desperate to please him. i knew i had to try. i shut my eyes and began to lengthen the pumping strokes. eventually i pushed my head a little bit further onto him. sucking his knob into the back of my throat. i let out a muffled squeal of delight as the helmet slipped past my tonsils. but i could see my lips were only halfway down his shaft.

his hands moved around my head and he pulled me towards him. forcing my face further over his length. until he began to press into my neck. at first i went willingly. it felt good to have so much of him inside me. it was exciting to feel him filling up my throat. i was so proud to accept him so deep. but then i began to gag and choke. i started to panic. i couldn't breathe. my hands went up to push against his hips. but i was too weak and feeble.

i tried to make a noise. but nothing came out. he didn't seem to care. still he kept pushing at my head. he was so big. i thought of him inside my backside. his fullness pulling me apart. probing the deepest recesses. drenching the scalding heat up there with his showers of cream. that very thought made me sigh deeply with uncontrolled lust. and my throat opened wide to welcome him deep deep down into me.

he sighed with delight as my nose rammed into his crotch. he wiggled my head to and fro. so his cock moved in and out a few inches. then he gasped. ever so slowly he eased himself out of me. depositing showers of cream every inch of the way. my breathing became clogged and congested. like i had eaten too many mashed potatoes. and they had lodged in my throat. then he was out of me. pointing his cock at my neck. watching the thick, chunky streams slide slowly down onto my chest.

when he had finished he buttoned up his coat. without even putting his cock away. "you can suck on it while i am driving" he explained glibly. he would not let me clear up either. "I like my lovers to smell of me. and to wear my mark" i nodded. it all made so much sense. i was his now. to do with what he wanted. more than that. i was his woman.

i would love to tell you about the wardrobe he had waiting for me. and the clothes he made me wear that night. and how beautifully he took my virginity. and how many times he made love to me that night. but i am still a little shy about that first love. perhaps another time?

There was a large pudgy penis dangling in front of me. just a few inches from my face. it was completely flaccid. which i found somehow reassuring. i had been so ruthlessly shagged that i was not ready for another stiff cock. which is unusal for me. normally i am addicted to pleasuring the male mamber. especially big ones. that probe me deep. but i had been obliged to satisfy this particular one for several hours. with all the attendant demanding and impatient needs of its randy owner.

even in this completely flaccid state it was surprisingly large. in fact i could not help noticing how absurdly chubby it still was. fat like a salami. or rather a black sausage. since its skin and that of its owner was decidely black. and it had remained unreasonably long. so long it had swung to and fro as it had crossed the bathroom. slapping against the large heavy thighs that supported it. as they padded over to me.

many a penis will almost disappear in its completely limp state. especially after repeated sessions of steamy and sweaty sex. like we had just enjoyed. most others had the decency to retreat above the balls that swung behind them. but not this one. it was still so large that i was tempted to call it a limp cock. you see i normally think of a cock as that magical thing that juts out all hard and angry from the crotch of a man's body. a penis on the other hand is the soft floppy thing men carry around in their underpants for most of the time.

that's the way i see it. when is a penis not a penis? when it's a cock. a cock requires instant service. furious and rampant. it can only be calmed by milking it dry. with hand or mouth. or by welcoming it into the moist and clenching warmth inside you down below. wrapping yourself tightly around it. until it spills its seed deep inside you. leaving you skewered, stuffed and helpless.

on the other hand a penis is all soft and squidgy to the touch. skin all wrinkled and folded up. dangling down limply. unthreatening, but still warm and inviting. tempting even. challenging you to work your skills of sexual arousal on its meek and mild demeanour. to turn it into the raging weapon of lustful frenzy. perhaps some dirty talk. maybe a gentle caress. tips of fingers stroking lightly. or hot breath from a nearby inviting mouth. or even the lick of an eager tongue. at some point the magic happens.

i like them best uncut. so that the foreskin flap dangles like a hood over the shrunken head cowering underneath. not yet ready to be a man. but fascinating for all that. because of what it might be. what it might do next. the penis i was looking at had a long dark hood. dangling a long way past the pink flesh inside. the black skin of the hood itself thick and powerful.

like the dark blackness had overwhelmed the paler flesh. enveloped it and made it a prisoner. a subject. a slave. just like its black owner had done to me. taken me over. conquered my pale flesh. made me his slave.

i suddenly realised i had never seen his penis like this before. all the times we had met it had been stiff and bulging. swollen and throbbing even before i had got it out of his trousers. he often admitted he rubbed himself up while waiting for me. getting himself ready. sometimes he taunted me about his other lovers. told me that he had let one of them suck him stiff. or even entered them. but wanted me to swallow it.

and then there had never been anytime together afterwards. he had always been in a rush. dashing off to a 'meeting'. or whatever. but always needing a 'quickie' first. always craving urgent relief for his insatiable lust. often outside. on Blackheath Common. or Peckham Rye. behind some bushes or in a toilet. at the train station. in an underground subway. a dark arch near where some buskers played. in a car park. sprawled over the bonnet of a sleek sports car.

once in a posh West End foyer. in a corner behing a potted plant. then in a conference room. over the table. my skirt up. and knickers round my ankles. and my backside high in the air. tottering on my highest heels just for him. as he pumped and pumped himself relentlessly into me. ploughing my furrow until it bled. beating my buttocks until they were red raw. but me always desperate for more. no matter how badly he treated me.

this had been the first time we had spent the night together. i had pestered him and pestered him to come to my hotel room. told him how much trouble and effort i had gone to. making myself as seductive as possible. to become what he likes me to be. his white bitch slave whore cock slut. body all silky smooth and oiled up for him. tarty lipstick and thick eye makeup. in his favourite white pleat skirt and white fishnet stockings. backless silk top and matching stilletoes. but i had forgotten my underwear. and was soaking the sheets. could he bring me something to stop the mess? in the end he had relented.

and now i was not sure if i would survive the night. i was shaking and quivering on the toilet pedestal. my legs would not keep still. my knees kept juddering in front of me. my insides were leaking out large globs of gunk. leftover outpourings of his earlier lust oozing from me. into the bowl beneath. unable to move. weak with exhaustion from his frantic assault. my muscles contracting and churning with endless white hot convulsions. my skin and flesh tingling with the nerve-jangling fire of too many climaxes. wondering what he wanted from me now.

that massive cock of his had not just stretched me tight until i thought i would burst. it had been where no man had ever been before. explored and probed my inner deeper self. my secret places and soft folds of flesh. stirred up feelings and juices long since hidden. bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. making me shout and scream my adoration for him. my gorgeous wondrous Black Master. ultimate male. my beloved ruler. until the whole hotel must surely hear.

the black wrinkled skin in front of me was flecked with white and pink lines. of the drying fluid from our lovemaking. his whole groin stank of our sex. his semen. my own floods of gushing juice. that had spread all over him. the drying crunchy streaks covered his balls. and all over the tops of his thighs. i realised the pink was my blood. where his robust manly passion had been too much for my tender flesh. and the pinkness still seeped out of me now. god how he had used me. such divine surrender.

but there was triumph too. a deep wry satisfaction that his monster was finally limp. i had done that. finally i had soaked up all his lust. and left him soft and pudgy. none of his other lovers could ever relieve him fully. that is why he always needed me. kept calling me back for more. from now on he would know. i was special. i was the only one who could take all his punishing passion. and leave him spent. he would learn to love me for it. i could tell.

he stood in front of me for several minutes. hand on hips. as if waiting for something. but not quite sure what. the longer he stood there the more the smell of our sex filled the room. hot and sweaty. like a sauna. with hot coals doused in the musky perfume of orgasm. i felt the first stirrings of desire inside me. i bent my head and inhaled deeply. to breathe in his dank aroma. weak as i was. i was ready for more. somehow i would find the energy.

"were you expecting me to clean you up?" i suggested after a while "then perhaps a long and gentle blowjob?". running my hand gently over his ballsack. letting the shards of dried lust fall into my palm. then i did something that might make you queasy. but there is a moment when things are right. i knew that was the moment. to revel in the togetherness of our lust.

i licked my palm clean with my tongue. making sure i gobbled up each and every shard. you see it is a fetish of mine. i love the taste of cum. i love the taste of my own sex juices. in fact i love the taste and smell of sex in general. i cannot get enough of it. but i especially like the taste of dried mingled lust liquids. it gets me horny. even when i am completely exhausted like i was then. it gets me all eager. all over again. ready to serve. desperate to please. in the mood for some serious deep throat.

i guess that is the root of my problem. i cannot get enough oral sex. the feel of a cock down my throat seems to give me more pleasure than the guy with the cock. i reckon must have a clit down there. a real live Linda Lovelace. i often come before they do. sometimes more than once. until my panties are overflowing with cum juice.

best of all is when i just open wide and let them fuck my face. that sends me over the top. turns me to jelly. the owner of this Big Black Cock had done that to me more than once. he was an expert at it. that was why i was happy to call him my Black Master. that was why he only had to call and i would come running. begging for him. he ruled over me with his black rod. and the way he fucked my face. and could turn me into a pathetic heap of trembling limpness anytime he wanted. just by letting me unzip his cock. and shove it all the way down inside.

he moved forward in between my legs. so his groin was even nearer to me. i dropped my head forward to the wrinkled flesh on his penis and began pushing the dried flakes and flecks onto my tongue with my fingers. i felt a shiver rush down my spine. making me clench my stomach. and squirt another great dollop out of me. from the many gallons he had left there.

i wondered why he had not simply commanded me to lick him. had i worn him out? was he as exhausted as me? unable to summon up the energy to speak the words? or was it a test? to see if i could guess what he wanted? it seemed i had guessed right anyhow. as my fingers wandered over the dangling flesh. offering it to my lips to sup up the tasty meal. the shaft was beginning to stiffen in my hands. to lengthen and swell.

there is always a surge of elation when you bring a penis to life. you do whatever it takes to unfold the magic transformation. then when the skin unfurls and the cock begins to grow. the sense of triumph flows right through you. somehow you feel you own that erection. you made it happen. you deserve to use it for your pleasure.

that night my delight overcame my exhaustion. i began feverishly licking at the ever-expanding pole. desperate to catch all the bits of crunchy lust that dropped off as the skin became tight and taut. no longer a penis. but a threatening black weapon. no longer pointing directly down but gradually rising to full stretch. i eased the skin back and forth. checking for remants of my dried protein delight. licking the shaft to a moist sheen.

just to be sure i held him aloft. pressing him against his own belly. and ran my tongue up the ridges of gristle on the underside. then i let him drop back down again. and traced the veins with my fingers and my lips. kissing him gently as i went. when i wrapped my lips around the end. i had a little shock. inside the hood there was a small mouthful of pee. he must have had a piss while i was sleeping. it was not unpleasant. quite the reverse. but it did catch me out. i washed it around my teeth and gums before gulping hard.

perhaps you should skip this bit if you are squeamish. but the part i like best is licking behind the ridge of the helmet. that's where some really intense flavours of lust hide trapped. until you pull the skin right back. and run the tip of your tongue lightly over the sticky white grease. taste of cum and pre-cum flood into your mouth. then pop the pink knob in your mouth as you work the skin backwards and forwards.

he moaned each time my hands moved up and down. so i slipped him out of my mouth and began to masturbate him properly. he mumbled and muttered approvingly. happy with my handiwork on his cock. i turned the eager attention of my liips and tongue to the matted thatch of hair at the base. i knew from past experience what needed to be done. i took each matted clump in turn into my mouth. and chewed away at it until the dried potion began to melt. from time to time i would let my tongue dart out to lick at one or other of his balls.

i felt his hands run through my hair and knew that as the sign. i stopped wanking him and stopped chewing at him. instead i slackened my jaw and offered my opened mouth to his cock. his hands gripped my head. and his hips bucked. the cock slid straight in. just a few inches on the first stroke. but enough to touch my tonsils. my own crotch twitched and i groaned.

after just a few strokes his cock was fully stiff. proud and ready. insistent and demanding. impatient for relief. the hands gripped even tighter on my head. vicelike, each finger crushing into my skull. i knew what was coming. and that i would cough and splutter and try to push away. as i did each time. he was just so big and fat. and stretched my throat so wide. it never went down easily.

this time he was more impatient than ever. each thrust bashed against my throat walls. bruising them and leaving them tender. i knew i would not speak properly for weeks. i had to get him to come quickly. before my throat began to bleed. and i might choke on my own blood. he would not notice. he was too intent on his own pleasure.

i raised my hand to my neck. and felt the swelling of his thrusts. quickly i massaged his shaft each time it went past. teasing the helmet. brushing against the ridge as it dragged back. scraping my throat walls in ecstatic agony. soon he began to swell even larger. moaning loudly. swearing and shouting at me. "that's right you little fucking whore. take it. take it all. make me cum. you fucking little cock slut. worship my Big Black Cock. swallow it all you pathetic white bitch. i am gong to drown you in my cum! Aaarrgh".

he moaned and moaned as he began to shoot his load. first down my throat. then pulling back so it filled my mouth. and boiled out from my nostrils and lips. as i shook and shuddered with my own orgasm. my mouth closed tightly over him. and i gulped as hard as i could. great chunks of spunk slid down my throat. stinging at the wounds he had left there. he pulled away and walked out the door.

it was over. we were both finished. i fell to the floor and went straight to sleep. until late morning.

I’m booked into a London hotel and, after you text me to say you’ve arrived, I text you back the room number. It seems like ages before I hear a firm knock at the door and I jump up, excited but nervous about what’s about to happen. I walk over and unlock the door, careful not to meet your eyes as the door opens.
Instead I see your dark presence enter the room out of my peripheral vision and hear you smirk: “So, you’re Danny the slut are you?”
“Yes Master,” I answer, and my cock twitches.
“Well Danny, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” you laugh, as I see someone else enter the room. “Because you’re going to be a bitch to both of us…”
I’m shocked, we hadn’t discussed me having to serve two big black cocks, but I stay silent, secretly excited.
“You’re going to get fucked, used and humiliated,” you sneer, as I hear your ebony friend close and lock the door behind you, “do you understand?”
I nod dumbly, then feel your hand on my head. I hear laughter behind you as you force my head down, pushing me on to my knees while deftly unzipping your flies.
“Get it out, bitch,” you order, and I reach in to grasp your hardening black meat. “You and my cock are going to become one, Danny.”
I pull your superb cock out and immediately you force it down my throat, laughing as I gag on its rock-hard length. You pull back, almost withdrawing the end, before slamming it back inside my mouth. You’re gaining a rhythm, back and forth as you use my mouth as a fuckhole.
“Go on, fuck the honky bitch’s mouth,” your friend laughs as you use me as your sex toy.
You withdraw and I notice your friend has undressed and is playing with himself as he watches. His cock is almost as big as yours, I see, as you begin to beat your hard meat across my face. I try to lick your penis as it slams into my face, time and again you whip me with your ebony shaft, laughing and calling me your white bitch.
You turn round and order: “Now rim my black arsehole, you slut.” I obey unquestioningly, and begin licking your dark butt. I’m coating your arse in saliva as I lick and, when it’s wet enough, my tongue eases its way into your black hole. I taste my Master’s anus and slide my tongue further in, gently easing your cheeks apart to allow my tongue easier entrance.
I feel a hand yanking at my trousers as your friend moves round, roughly undoing the flies and pulling at the top button.
“Let’s see if he’s done as he’s told,” I hear as I’m pulled backwards and dumped on the floor. I avert my eyes from you, but can tell you’re watching as the other man pulls my trousers off to reveal the stockings, suspenders and panties you’ve ordered me to wear.
“Fucking bitch is dressed as a white whore,” sneers your friend, while moving forward and stroking his hardness.
“Well, if he’s dressed as a white whore,” you laugh, “let’s use him as one.”
I’m ordered to lay on my back on the bed, and wait, transfixed, until I feel a hand on my panties. They’re pulled roughly down, and I hear a ripping noise as they’re yanked off. I don’t know who’s doing what to me now as I don’t dare meet your eyes, but I hear your friend’s voice telling me to lie still as I feel his hand on my arse, then a finger enter my hole as he lubes me. He forces his index finger in, then pulls it out to apply more lube, sliding in again before adding another finger. Soon he’s ramming three fingers into my arsehole before stopping abruptly and telling you: “He’s ready.”
Your hands grasp my ankles, using them to steady yourself for entry. I gasp as I feel your end poised to invade me, hot against my entrance, waiting. It seems like minutes before I feel you start to ease your cock into my arsehole, and I gasp as your bell end pushes its way in. Surely your massive black shaft won’t fit in, but you push on, ignoring my groans as inch after inch of ebony hardness pushes up me.
“Fuck the honky, go on,” your friend shouts, and I feel your balls against my hole as you force all of your penis into me. You pause, buried to the hilt, before sliding slowly back, almost pulling out of me, and then forcing your way back in.
“You’re our slut now, Danny,” you taunt, as you fuck me.
“Tell me you’re my bitch,” you order.
I try to comply, but have your friend’s black penis forced into my mouth, and can only try to make myself understood as you both laugh at your cross-dressing white whore. I manage to force out the words “I’m your bitch” amid the forceful thrusts into my worthless white mouth.
You’re fucking me hard now, slamming into me, as the other man gives my face a good shagging. He withdraws briefly, evidently excited, and makes me lick off his pre-cum. I gulp it back before he turns round and sits on my face, forcing me to rim his dark arsehole. It’s hard to concentrate on eating out his anus with your continued thrusts, but I lick him out, getting him lubricated enough for my tongue to enter him. I push my tongue as far as it will go and feel your friend shudder.
You withdraw and I know what you intend for your slave as you walk round to my face. The other man replaces you at my arsehole, and I feel him enter me for the first time as you force me to suck the cock that’s fresh from my lillywhite bottom.
“Get it clean, you filthy white whore.”
I lick at your shaft, tasting my own arsehole as I’m fucked roughly by the other man. He holds onto my stockinged legs as his arse pistons back and forth, laughing as he makes me his sex slave.
I lick your cock as he fucks me, pulling your foreskin back to clean round the base of your magnificent helmet.
Now I’m being forced onto all fours as you swap positions again, with you moving round to the rear to fuck your slave doggy style. I feel your hands on my buttocks, pulling them apart to spread my now-gaping arsehole. Your cum-coated end brushes against my arse as you take aim and, just as you’re about to force your way in, the cock that’s just been inside me is pushed into my mouth. You enter at the same time as the pair of you spit-roast your slave, fucking my mouth with hard thrusts of your black manhoods.
I’m vaguely aware of hearing more laughter as you humiliate me with every thrust, showing your black superiority by fucking a white slut.
You swap positions several times as you fuck me for what seems like an age, one using my arse as the other uses my mouth as his own personal fuck slot. I’m helpless, forced into the mattress by your black cocks.
Eventually I feel your friend’s cock twitch and he grasps my head extra tight as he tenses up. He pulls his length from me and begins to masturbate hard, wanking himself off until a stream of gooey spunk begins to shoot from his end. He groans as the first spurt volleys into my waiting mouth. Another shot lands on my cheek and I feel the hot stickiness trickle down my face as he continues to fire stream after stream of spunk over my face and into my mouth.
“Swallow it, you white cunt,” I’m ordered by one of you, and I gulp at what seems like pints of spunk, drinking it down.
Your friend spunking seems to excite you as I feel your cock also twitch. I’m still drinking his spunk down as I feel you tense up, then stop, then shoot a gooey stream into my waiting arsehole. You pull at my suspenders, ripping them in your excitement as your black cock fires its seed into my white hole. The first spurt is followed by another, another, another as my mancunt is filled with the spunk of my black Master.

The white man sat at the bar and ordered a Scotch from the slim black barmaid. He wondered if it was such a good idea to stop for a drink in a black neighborhood. He looked around, noticing some low-life white hooker in a tight pink miniskirt sitting a few stools down,openly fondling the thick cock in the pants of the black man she was hustling. As the barmaid put his drink down on the bar, he ogled her large tits and wondered how it would feel to slide his prick back and forth between them and shoot a load in her nigger face. She smiled at the floozy slut as she left with the nigger. Her white teeth made his cock grow larger in his pants as he thought about raking his cockhead across those teeth. "Hey, Momma, I was wondering if, maybe later, I could take you home?" "Why, suh, Belle'd be jus' deelighted to have y'all as an escort. Mos' white folk don' cotton much to us po' black peoples, ya know!" What a stupid black bitch! Couldn't even speak proper English.Well, what the hell - a cunt's a cunt. And it sure would be nice tosoak his cock in that hot nigger snatch. "Hey, Belle, why don't you knock off the `sir' stuff? You can call me Bob," he retorted with an air of superiority. "Why, thank y'all suh... , ah means Bob," she smiled as her protruding nipples brushed along the bar rail and raised his cock even more. By the time closing time rolled around, Bob's wang was standing at attention. Boy! That ignorant nigger bitch was going to get the cunt reaming of her life! She stepped from behind the bar and strode up to him. Hertight mini hugged her trim hips and accentuated the white boots zipped tightly against her smoke-colored nylons. Pink garter straps peekedout at him as she approached. Belle took his arm and they left for his car. Once in the car, she snuggled close, placing her hand on his thigh and giving him little butterfly kisses on the neck as she directed him through traffic. He started to become a bit surprised as they drove and asked,"Hey, Belle! Are we headed in the right direction?" He had expected to end up in the black section of town, but they were headed for the ritzy section where all the houses cost $200,000 or more. "Yes, Massa Bob. Ah lives up here, not too far. Why? Is y'all sooprized? Huh?" "Well, kind of," he replied. The first warning light should have come on in his mind. It did not. What the hell, she was probably a live-in maid. Or, maybe she was being kept by some right, white dude who was out of town. "Silly boy," she said as she stroked his prick through his pants. She directed him up a long, gravel driveway to a Southern-style mansion. Man! The thing must have had forty rooms! He just hoped the white dude who was keeping this fine nigger slut was out of town. But- fuck him. Bob Green could handle himself in any situation! Belle pulled out a small device and pressed it. The garagedoor silently lifted and he pulled the car in. The door rolled shutand it was just the two of them. As they entered the house, he gasped. The place was sumptuous!Gilded paintings lined the walls. Carpeting nearly three inches thick muffled their steps as Belle led him toward the circular staircase.Faintly he heard music that seemed to emanate from nowhere andeverywhere. "Like it?" Belle murmured. "It's fantastic!" "Wait until you see the bedroom that I have reserved for us!"He noticed that her black ghetto accent seemed to have disappeared when she spoke. The second warning light went unnoticed. They climbed the stairs. Belle strode in front of him toward a silver door studded with jewels. "Are they real?" he asked. "Yes, Bob. All given to me by admiring men who have had whatyou are about to have!" "I hate to ask, but who owns this fabulous place?" He paused."And you seem to speak differently since we were at the bar!" She turned and faced him. For the first time he noticed that she was taller than he. Her hair piled up on her head seemed to add another few inches to that. Belle gazed down at him and smiled. Her snow white teeth gleamed as the light from the silver door reflected her image between the jewels. In a low, cat-like voice, she said, "Bob, this is my house. I own it. Lock, stock, and barrel! I also own the bar that we just left.I have to put on the `stupid nigger' show for narrow-minded people like you! Let me tell you, mister - you are going to get the fucking of your life tonight!" He was speechless! "Open the door!" she commanded. He pushed the door. It quietly swung open. The twosome stepped into the dark room. The third warning light should have come on when Belle shutthe door and clicked the lock! Again, it did not! Belle turned on the lights. The first thing that caught Bob'seye was the black stud lying on the circular bed. One knee was raised beneath the ivory sheet that covered all but his head! Belle walked over and pulled the sheet from his body. His knee was not raised! Itwas a huge black cock standing straight up! The nigger was only about five and a half feet tall, but very muscular. And his cock must havebeen almost as big as his arm! Now, Bob Green's warning systems came on! He ran for the door and pulled. And pushed! Belle and her friend just stood there andlaughed at the fear in his eyes. The big door was not about to letthis honky morsel out! Not yet! "Let me out! Let me out!" he demanded! "Certainly - when I am ready!" Belle said. She continued. "No one is going to hurt you, Bob. bobbie.Ummmm - no. Faggie bobbie. You don't mind if I call you Faggie bobbie,do you? But then, you really don't have much to say about it. Oh,yes, let me introduce you to Leroy." She smiled and he saw the power in her eyes. She started topeel off her clothes. Belle stood before him in just her garterbelt,nylons, and high boots. Her deep purple nipples stared at him. They seemed to be looking into his very soul. "Now, Faggie bobbie, let me show you what I want you to do." "What do you mean?" Thus far, Leroy had spoken not a word. He just lay there smiling at bobbie. His eighteen-inch black wang waved in the breezeless room. "Don't you want to fuck me, bobbie?" "Damn! You know I do, Belle!" "MISTRESS BELLE, you stupid honky! You call me `Mistress'. And you call Leroy `Master'. Understand?" He lifted himself up from the heavy rug and yelled, "Now waita minute! I don't have to take this shit from a couple of niggers!" All she said quietly was, "Leroy." Leroy was upon him like lightning. He felt the strong blackhands pinning his arms behind his back. He struggled, but it was useless. Leroy seemed to possess superhuman strength! Mistress Belle kicked him in the chest with the pointed heel of her boot. Tears streamed from his eyes. His arms were breaking. Yes, he was beingawakened to new dimensions. Dimensions that would change his life!"OK, Leroy, let the honky pig up. I think it will behave now." "What do you two want?" "You stupid white trash! Why did you not address me properly!"she screamed. "I'm sorry, Mistress Belle," the trash sniveled. "What do youand Master Leroy want from me?" Belle and Leroy just laughed and Belle said firmly, "Whitetrashes like you think you're so superior to us po' black fo'k," shegrowled. "Before we're through with you, that will change." Belle continued, "Now, Faggie bobbie, I shall ask you againand I expect you to reply properly. Do you want to stick your teeny honky wang in my pussy?" "Yes, Mistress Belle." "Do you want to stick your little honky weeny in my hot black cunt?" "Yes, Mistress Belle." Meanwhile, Leroy had returned to the bed. His cock was still hard. It glistened in the indirect lighting and bobbie realized that his prick was indeed a tiny piece of nothing when compared to thissuper-cock. "Well, bobbie, Leroy likes to stick that thing up asses. I am going to show you what he likes and what I like. You just watch until I give you an order. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Belle." Belle hopped up on the bed, spread her legs wide, and the fat black prick was swallowed up in her ass! She stayed atop Leroy as they both pumped up and down. Fuck smells filled the room and bobbie's little white wang became erect as he watched Mistress Belle's hot assswallowing and releasing the huge uncut black wang. "All right! I'm ready, honky. Stick your little weeny in my cunt!" bobbie knelt before Mistress Belle and came all over the bed! Immediately she was upon him! Hitting and kicking him! "You stupid white trash! You think you're too good to shoot your littlel oad in my royal black pussy?!" "I'm sorry, Mistress!" he sobbed. "I was just so overwhelmed with my adoration for you that it just came out!" Mistress Belle pushed the whimpering honky off the bed. It landed on the floor in a sniveling heap. Both niggers set upon him, punching, kicking, and calling him filthy names. The poor white trashjust huddled in a ball knowing he was getting the treatment he deserved. The more they kicked him, the more excited he became until his little paddy cock was hard again. Upon seeing this, Belle asked Leroy to desist, saying, "Well,what have we here? It seems that our little honky slave needs to besatisfied!" Leroy sat on the edge of the bed greasing up his magnificent black prick. Belle ordered bobbie to stand. As he stood naked before her, both black superiors began snickering at his little pink wang. How pathetic it looked compared to the super cock looming behind him!Leroy stood and advanced until his glistening black prick was inches from the hapless honky's asshole! Its owner looked at the honky's ass and began rubbing the ebony cockhead against bobbie's virgin asshole!"Oh, no, Mistress! Please Mistress Belle! I'm not a fag!" "Oh? All whities is fags!" she screamed back at him, pushing him down on all fours. Leroy knelt behind him, grabbed his waist, andslid his long purple-veined shaft up and into the honky's ass! bobbie screamed in fear and pain. Belle kept her hands on hisshoulders, holding him down into a kneeling position while Leroy grabbed his thighs. Belle kept him from moving away while Leroy'sheavy swinging balls slapped against Faggie bobbie's ass! After a fewlong hot strokes, his ass became lubricated and relaxed, and heactually found that he was enjoying it! His little pink wang was hardas Master Leroy slid his stiff black boner farther up his ass withevery stroke! bobbie began moaning hotly as his black master's long darkmeat slid in and out of his fag asshole! The stupid honky begandrooling on the floor in happiness. He moaned and sighed while Leroypumped huge white gobs of pure nigger cum into his welcoming asshole!Leroy pulled his wang out of Faggie bobbie's ass and pushed the littlefaglet away onto the floor. "Let it sleep on the floor tonight," said its black Mistress. Leroy and Belle got on the bed and he shoved his still-hardcock up her black pussy while their new white trash slave slept. Anddreamed of black cocks violating it. bobbie awakened to find his black Mistress standing over him,nudging his nose with the heel of her boot. He noticed that now shewas wearing thigh-high black patent leather boots. It dawned on himthat he had not been dreaming. Last night was a reality! He had beenhotly fucked in the ass with an immense black cock! "Get dressed, slave!" "Where are my clothes?" He screamed as the spiked heel of her boot dug into hisstomach! "Have you already forgotten how to address me, you littlepiece of white shit!" "I'm sorry, Mistress Belle! Please forgive me! I was just notfully awake!" "Your clothes are on the bed, you little shit! Put them on.Now!" "Yes, Mistress Belle," he sobbed, holding his bruised stomach.The imprint of her boot was visible. "Oh, Mistress Belle, how can I wear these?" he asked as helooked in astonishment at the array of feminine frillies on the bed. "The same way all my sissy white fags wear them, stupid! Youare now my honky fag slave and you will obey every order that MasterLeroy and I give you!" The two niggers got their new fag slave dressed in frilly pinklace panties, matching bra and garterbelt, black silk nylons, and ashort pink French maid's dress with frilly pink petticoats and lacetrim. Faggie bobbie's pink panties and garters were plainly visiblebeneath the widely-flared skirt! "I have found from experience that all white fags need pantiesto release their hidden desires. Sucking fat black pricks comesnaturally for a honky wearing a nice, frilly dress," she told him asshe applied bright red lipstick to his lips. After Belle fixed its hair and finished applying its makeup,the new fag maid was ordered to clean the house. About an hour later,Mistress Belle came around to inspect and complimented the honky fagslave on its job. She noticed that there was a slight bulge under its skirt. Shelifted its skirt and pulled down its pink lace panties. Both she andLeroy exploded in laughter at the little pink wang pointing upwards. "Would you like me to make it soft, Faggie bobbie?" "Oh, yes, Mistress Belle." "Then get down on your knees where all honkies belong!" He obeyed and found himself staring at the big dripping eye onthe end of Leroy's hard black cock. "Suck on it!" ordered his Mistress. "Take that black meat inyour pretty girl mouth!" Leroy rubbed the silky foreskin against bobbie's lipstickedlips while Belle stepped between them, spreading her juicy cunt lipsaround his alabaster nose. The smell of black cunt mingled with blackcock was just too much for the new TV fag. As his tongue moved out toguide Leroy's sizzling black prick into his mouth, he knew he washooked. He obediently opened his mouth and strained his jaws wideenough to circle his lipsticked lips around the obscenely bloated headof Leroy's dripping black prick. Scraping past his teeth, theinflamed, heavy stiffness forced its way into bobbie's mouth. bobbiechoked and gasped for breath, his jaws aching as if they would snap.He couldn't believe how enormous the horse-like appendage was! bobbiewas sure he could not possibly swallow any more of the incrediblythick nigger meat into his small, impossibly stretched mouth. Leroy reached down and dug his huge hands into bobbie's head,tilting it up so that his oral cavity dipped straight down into hisgullet. Then, the virile black man began to force his long, bull-likeorgan deeper and deeper into bobbie's mouth, sinking it in his throatand making bobbie's eyes bulge in desperation. Inch after fat inch of heated, dripping black prick-meatsqueezed down the gulping, tight passage of bobbie's throat and theroom began to spin. The honky faglet slobbered happily. The monstrousprick banged against the roof of its mouth. bobbie felt the thickveins sliding against his lips while the juicy black prick slid downhis throat! The honky fag sighed as the heavy purple balls slappedagainst its chin! Now the black shaft was sliding in and out of its mouth. Thehonky cradled the huge purple balls as they grew hotter. The fatpurple cockhead vibrated as it slid down its throat, and the white fagtrash knew that it was about to taste its first nigger load. Leroypumped his massive prick between Belle's legs and down the honky'sthroat. The fat black wang was all the way down its throat when itjerked, spraying thick juicy blasts of nigger cum into its mouth. Thehonky fag moaned while it sucked and swallowed gob after gob of thicknigger cum! There was so much hot nigger cream spurting into its mouththat it started running from the sissy honky's nose! Belle rubbedbobbie's little cock with the heel of her boot as it dribbled out itsfew drops of satisfaction. Leroy pulled his stiff nigger wang from its throat and wipedhis dripping prick across Faggie bobbie's cum-coated lips. "Oh, thank you, Master Leroy. Thank you, Mistress Belle,"sighed the pathetic creature, its face inches from its blackMistress's hot juicy cunt. "Now, suck my hot black twat, you sniveling sissy!" shedemanded. Belle pushed her dripping cunt into the faglet's face.bobbie's tongue began exploring the crevices of her twat. He tastedand swallowed the juices drooling from her open cunt. Saliva and pussyjuices ran down his chin as he sucked his Mistress's superior snatch.Belle began working her hips in an undulating swivel. bobbie felt hislittle wang begin to stiffen inside his pretty pink lace panties!
Meanwhile, Leroy was greasing up his hard thick ebony prick.He walked over and smiled at Belle. She nodded her head. bobbie'sblack master pressed the tip of his cock against the faglet's tightpuckered asshole and pushed. bobbie knew what was about to happen andhe was glad. He pushed his ass back as Master Leroy shoved the hugedripping wang up his asshole. Mistress Belle held his head in the flowof her twat juices while Leroy pumped his immense black prick in andout of the ecstatic fag's ass. Suddenly, bobbie tasted a strange new liquid inside his mouth.His beloved Mistress was honoring him with a hot stream of her piss!He gulped and gasped as he swallowed her piss and cunt juices. Heseemed to know instinctively what was expected of him! Now, MasterLeroy had his cock in up to the heavy swinging balls as the fag sighedand swallowed in pleasure! Leroy saw the look on Belle's face and whispered, "Go, baby!" Belle shifted her hips forward, pushing her hot ass to hislips, and suddenly Faggie bobbie was eating her first turd. Bellegrunted and pushed her huge brown turd between bobbie's lips and downinto its fag throat! He slid his tongue up into her spread-open asshole as she fed him her fat juicy turd. She came while she pushed her turd in between his lips. Leroy pounded his cock against theinsides of the fag's ass and his giant cock began pumping thick spurtsof scalding hot nigger cum into the white trash slave. At this momentbobbie's little dickie dribbled out its weak bit of satisfaction. The three of them fell in a heap on the floor. Leroy's half-hard cockslipped out. As bobbie swallowed the last few inches of his Mistress'sturd he knew that he'd found happiness.