Becoming A Slut For A Big Black Cock
Introduction:
White slut for a black cock
Jay was tall and muscular, but not overly developed. He wore some long shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt which contrasted sharply with his black skin. I felt my cock throbbing as I watched him move to the window and look out. His body was turned toward me a bit and my eyes searched his crotch, trying to determine what was there. I seemed to not be in control of myself. I don’t know how long I stood staring at his body and his crotch, but it seemed that all of a sudden he was beside me, closing the bedroom door. As I heard the door click shut, I looked up at his face in surprise.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Besides your dick, man? You’ve been staring at me since I walked into the place and your hard-on is so obvious it must be painful. I figured I better help you with your problem.” He said this with a smile, but his eyes seemed penetrating, looking into mine with a possessive stare. I didn’t know what to say.
“You are certainly hard and you have definitely been checking me out. I’m just gonna give you what you need.” As he said this, Jay reached to his waist, grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His chest was magnificent! Not overly broad, but toned and hairless. His dark nipples stood out on top of his well defined pecs.
“Guess I must look tasty, huh whiteboy?” Jay stepped up to me and grabbed my right wrist. He pulled my hand to his crotch and rubbed it against the growing log in his shorts. “Take off your shirt, whiteboy.” It wasn’t a request and I looked into his eyes for a second, before dropping my gaze. In a daze, I obeyed, pulling my polo shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor. “That’s right, whiteboy. Show me my new toy.”
“First, drop your shorts, whiteboy. Then, get me out of mine.”
My hand went to the button of my shorts, popped it open and then undid the zipper. I slid them down my legs with my boxers, very turned on by this sexy black stud. My hard dick slapped up against my abs as my shorts dropped.
“Nice cock for a whiteboy. Now, get mine free.” I immediately worked his shorts open, and then slid them down his legs. He wore no underwear. His big black cock was rock hard. It was obviously longer than mine, by about an inch and a half.
“You like what you see, whiteboy. That much is obvious. Go ahead. Touch it.” I hesitantly reached out with my right hand and let it close around his thick meat.
“Stroke it some for me, whiteboy.” I obeyed immediately and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure from deep in his chest. Jay slid his hands to my shoulders and began to push down on them.
I let him guide me to my knees at his feet.
“You look good on your knees, whiteboy. How many cocks have you sucked? Open those pretty white lips boy. You’re gonna take every inch of my meat.”
God! I found myself looking up at him towering over me, the two of us joined by his cock in my mouth. It was both steely hard and velvety soft at the same time. As he moved his hips forward, sinking another inch into my mouth, I quit my resistance. This black jock had put me on my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth.
“That’s right whiteboy. Now you’re my cocksucker. Mmmmm. Use your tongue on the head, cocksucker. Ahhh yeah! That’s the way. Now, time to take more.” He shoved another couple inches into my mouth until the flared cockhead was at the entrance to my throat. I was focused on his wiry pubic hair getting closer to my lips, when he grabbed my head and turned my face up to look at him again. He started stroking his cock in and out of my mouth, the head punching against the entrance to my throat each time. “Fuck yeah! You are a great cocksucker, whiteboy.” I could only grunt in affirmative. “You are a natural, faggot. You were born to suck cock. Ahhhh, yeah! You suck dick like you been doing it all your life. Oh, hell yeah. That’s right whiteboy. Suck my big black cock! Damn that feels so good. Time to take more.”
With that, his next stroke didn’t stop when his head reached my throat. Instead, he used brute force to ram his cock further, choking me. I heard him laugh. “Do it faggot! Choke on my black cock! You look great there on your knees with your hot white lips stretched around my cock and playing with your own white meat like a little boy.” He pulled back for a second, and then forced his way into my throat again. Before I had time to start choking, he withdrew, and then slammed in again. He set up his pace slowly taking more and more of my throat, working until I had his entire length inside me. I realized he was right, I was stroking my own cock rapidly as he fucked my mouth.
“Oh, yeah! Take it boy. You still got another couple inches to go. Fuck yeah, lick the head. Now some more. Just another inch. That’s right boy. Fuck yeah! You got it all! You’re a natural born cocksucker, whiteboy. You were made for this. Ahhh yeah, that is great. You were born to suck cock, faggot. Oh fuck yeah, you make my cock feel great, boy. You are the best cocksucker that’s ever tasted my meat. Suck me boy. Make me feel good.” The words hit my mind like a sledgehammer.
Covered with spit now, it was easy to take. Jay wasted no time regaining his pace and began to fuck my mouth harder and harder. I curled my lips over my teeth to make it easier for him. “That’s the way boy. Like I said, a natural cocksucker. Damn you are good!” His breath was coming faster now, almost panting. I felt his hands on my head, guiding me up and down his cock at times, other times holding me in place for his moving hips. Jay pulled my head towards him as he thrust his hips forward and my nose was buried in his pubes. He leaned forward some so that my forehead was pressed against his abs.
“Gonna cum!” he shouted. I started to pull back and off his cock. I got my mouth about halfway before he stopped me with his hands. I tilted my head back a little and raised my eyes. They met his gaze just as his first throbbing spurt of cum shot into my mouth. “Take it faggot!” he hissed. “Swallow my fucking cum!” Five more spurts followed the first and I had no choice but to choke and drown or swallow this black stud’s seed. He watched and his face lit up with a grin as my throat muscles worked and I swallowed the cum filling my mouth. Keeping one hand on my head, he used the other to milk his cock, leaving just the head in my mouth. I tasted another salty drop of his sperm before he pulled out completely. His cock was still almost fully hard.
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of my head. He pulled me to my feet and looked down my body. “Yeah, you look nice, whiteboy. Still hard too. This is gonna be fun.” Jay pushed me a bit then stated moving me backwards. My legs hit the side of the bed and he landed on top of me, our cocks rubbing together.
Jay’s handsome face was just inches from mine and I stared at him, moaning as he worked his cock, humping mine with his. Jay watched me and seemed to be enjoying rubbing our cocks together. I didn’t even notice as he slid first his right leg between mine, then his left. The friction from his cock on mine was all I cared about. Then he looked me in the eye.
“Please, let me suck you again!” I started begging.
“Already begging to blow me again, huh faggot? Well, lemme tell ya something whiteboy, I can fuck you and I’m gonna. Not only that, you’re gonna love it! Look at your cock, whiteboy. You are still hard as a rock! If you didn’t want me to make you my white pussyboy, would your cock still be hard? Trust me, whiteboy, you cum swallowing dudes all take it up the ass.” Jay’s hands slid behind my knees and he pushed my legs back, rolling me up onto my shoulders. He spread my legs wide, giving himself all the access he needed.
“Your cock is too big! Please be easy.” Jay just gave me a grin and the spit on my exposed hole a half dozen times or so. I watched him as he raised up on his knees, his sculpted chest moving forward and over me. As his face settled above mine, I felt the head of his cock press against my hole. I could feel my eyes widening as he began to push forward.
“Please, Jay. Please fuck my ass. Your cock is so big for me to take. You have to fuck me.” He paused over me, his eyes locking on mine.
He thrust his hips forward and I felt the head of his cock stretch me open. I groaned in pain and felt my eyes start to water. My breath was coming in shallow gasps.
“Oh god! It hurts. Gooooood!” I yelled.
“Your new god is two inches up your tight pussy, whiteboy. I’ll hold still and let you get used to it for a second. No need to rip you open.” He did as he said, stopping his relentless penetration and watching my face closely. I had a bellyful of this dude’s cum!
I let out a moan, as my ass was adjusting to his intrusion. I had closed my eyes, but now opened them. Jay’s face was just inches above mine, still watching me closely. He must have seen what he wanted, because he began to move his hips again. This time he moved them in circles, probing inside me at different angles.
“Oh god,” I moaned, not in pain this time. I looked at him again, our eyes meeting.
“You got the head, whiteboy, now for the shaft.” Staring into my eyes, Jay slowly but determinedly sank the length of his cock into me until I felt his wiry pubes scratching my cheeks. “Now you got it all, whiteboy. Now you are my pussyboy. Gonna fuck this hot pussy a lot!” So saying, he dragged his hips backward until just the head remained inside me, then rammed back home. Longdicking me, he fucked me for a solid five minutes. Both of us were sweating and I was now arching my back to meet his thrusts.
Jay had been supporting himself over top of me with both his arms. Now he lowered his chest onto mine. His warm skin rubbed my hard dick. “Getting fucked gives you a hard-on, whiteboy. Tells me just how much you like being a pussy for a real man.” He thrust his cock in deeply as he said this, making me moan again. Jay’s cheek was next to mine and he was whispering into my ear what a good fuck I was, how tight my hole was and how much he was gonna enjoy using it whenever he wanted. I looked down his body, admiring the muscles flexing in his tight back, watching as the globes of his ass raised and lowered, feeling his cock moving in me as he did it.
His whispered words were getting to me. I was his pussyboy. He was a real man who was fucking me. I was there to please him, to be used by him. I would give up my mouth or ass whenever and however he wanted. I was his full time bitch, his white pussyboy. I lay there on my back, taking in these words and thoughts just as I was taking his cock in me. Jay raised himself up again on his arms and looked down. His beautiful chest was glistening with sweat and all of his muscles stood out from the exertion of his fuck. His eyes met mine again.
“You’re leaking a bunch, pussyboy. You are really getting off on being fucked by me. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Jay. I love being fucked by you. I love your big cock up inside me.”
Jay rewarded me with a grin. “I know you do boy. I knew you wanted this from the second I saw you staring at me with a big old hard on in your shorts. Jay suddenly pulled his cock out of me.
“Wait, Jay, don’t stop!”
“Need it now, don’t ya, pussyboy? Well don’t worry, I’m gonna put it to you again. Get up on your hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, bitch.” I quickly obeyed, scrambling around on the bed until I knelt before him on my hands and knees. I felt him move up closer behind me, then felt the head of his cock probing my entrance. Suddenly, Jay grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head, up and back, straining my neck.
“Tell me what you want, faggot,” Jay demanded. “Tell me what you need, whiteboy.”
“I want your cock inside me, Jay. I need you to fuck my ass with your big black cock!”
“Fuck your what, faggot? Where do you want me to fuck you?” He yanked on my hair again.
“M-my pussy, Jay! Fuck my pussy!” I was so caught up in the lust of the moment and Jay’s domineering attitude that I was practically begging him to fuck me.
Still firmly holding my hair, Jay rammed his cock into me. It felt even more intense taking the whole length of him like that. Jay pulled out completely then rammed in again. I moaned as he stuck me a third time. I could hear Jay laugh a little as he completed his fourth penetration.
“So you like that, do you pussyboy? You like me pulling out and giving it to you all at once. Well fucking take it!”
He began to fuck me faster, but still pulled completely out of me each time. I felt like I was being impaled by this black stud again and again. Jay fucked me like this for about five more minutes before he surprised me by not plunging in again.
He released my hair and I let my head drop down. Jay moved to the side of the bed and lay on his back. I looked over to see him, hands folded behind his head, watching me. My eyes moved to his cock, still rock hard.
“Climb on and ride it, whiteboy. I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my big cock.” He grinned at me and I quickly moved over to him.
Straddling his hips on my knees, I reached down and aimed his cock into my hole. Then I slid down on it, hearing Jay sigh in pleasure. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles as I rode his cock. I played with Jay’s nipples until they were as hard as his cock. Jay was moaning in pleasure and I was doing the same.
I dropped my right hand to my cock and started beating my meat. I wanted to cum with this stud up inside me. Without warning me, Jay grabbed me and rolled me off his cock. I watched as he got off the bed and stood in the middle of the floor. His hard cock jutted up at an angle.
“Come over here, pussyboy,” Jay ordered pointing to the floor in front of him. I climbed off the bed, moved to where he had pointed and stood facing him. “Turn around,” he said. I turned, facing away from him. I felt his hand on the back on my neck, then his other hand on my hip.
He used them to bend me over and kicked at my ankles until I had spread my legs to his satisfaction. I felt him step up behind me, could feel the heat from his body as he moved in close. He put the head of his cock right up against my hole and pressed his chest against my back.
“You want it again, whiteboy?” he whispered into my ear. “You wanna get fucked with my big black dick?”
“Yes, Jay, please! Fuck me, stud!”
“You got it, pussyboy.” He thrust back into me, filling me with his cock again. I moaned in appreciation and clamped down hard on his cock.
“Yeah, that’s the way, whiteboy, keep it nice and tight for your stud’s cock.” Jay really began to fuck, humping me hard and fast. Both of our bodies shook with the force of his fucking.
He pushed me forward and I leaned on the bed, bent over for this guy’s use. Jay really plugged me, working his cock at all angles, filling me and making me moan. He was panting from the effort and I knew he had to be close to shooting his load.
Jay quickly yanked his cock out of me and forced me back onto the bed. He grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my back. Still holding my ankles, Jay spread my legs as he climbed onto the bed with me.
Jay wasted no time shoving his cock into me again. I was furiously beating my meat, nearly ready to cum myself. I looked at his face and saw he was staring at me. “I wanna watch your face when I pump your pussy full of cum,” he said. “I’m almost there. Fuck yeah, bitch, take my cum!”
His eyes bored into mine as I felt his cock throb and expand. Jay’s entire body tensed as he began to cum up inside me. “Ahhh fuck yeah!” He nearly screamed.
My own cock started to shoot just a second later. As this black stud shot his load of hot sperm inside me, I shot my own load all over my chest and abs. “Oh god!” I cried out as my cock spurted. Our eyes were still locked as we both came.
“Told you faggot, your new god has his cock all the way up your pussy and is shooting his seed into you. Ahh fuck yeah, that is good!” The tension flowed out of Jay’s body and I could feel his cock finally starting to soften.
Jay let out a long, slow breath and slowly pulled his cock out of me. He collapsed onto his back next to me on the bed. I watched his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath. I felt empty now as I lowered my legs. Jay looked at me as he climbed off the bed.
“You’re a good fuck, whiteboy and you took to sucking my dick like a two dollar whore, and that ass was tight and hot.
He laughed and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water running. I followed him to the bathroom.
I stepped into the bathroom and the sight of him changed my thinking. He was bent over the sink and had cleaned off his cock. The view of the side of his body, muscles taut, skin glistening had my cock stirring again. He looked at me, and then moved over a bit, giving me some room at the sink.
I quickly washed my cum off my chest remembering that I had two loads of his cum in me. That thought quickly brought my cock back to life.
“You’re still hard, cocksucker? I would have thought you’d be worn out by now. What’s got your dick up, boy? The sight of my hot body?”
“Well, that, but I also was just thinking that I have two loads of you cum in me.”
“One deposit at each end,” Jay laughed. “Seems to me you want more.” He looked at me questioningly.
“Why don’t you some over tomorrow at 10 am?”
He knew damn well that I wanted it and I quickly agreed.
Wednesday of the following week my phone rang. It was Jay. Just the sound of his voice had my whole body reacting.
“So, whiteboy, I haven’t heard from ya since I pounded your pussy the last time. Where the hell have you been? Yeah, well, boy, I’ve got some work for you to do. Be over here in thirty minutes.” The phone line went dead.
Less than a half hour later, I was knocking on Jay’s door. He answered it wearing just a pair of jockey shorts, his well defined muscular chest bare. I felt my cock, which had been at half mast on the drive to his place straining in my shorts. He flashed me a grin, his bright white teeth shining.
The sight of him, his muscles, dark skin and handsome face was enough to dissolve the last remaining vestiges of my will.
He stepped to the side, opening the door wider for me to enter. As I walked past him, I felt his hand on my ass, squeezing my left cheek.
“Gonna be up in here real soon, whiteboy. Real soon.” I heard the door shut as I made my way into the living room. When I reached the couch, I turned to look at him. He had followed along behind me and stood only a few feet away. As I watched, he flexed the muscles in his arms and chest, showing off his body.
“Like what you see, boy? Ready for some action?” I could only nod my head. “Then strip, faggot,” he said as he sprawled on the couch. He watched me as I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and dropped my shorts and underwear.
“Still looking ready to be fucked, whiteboy. You got a nice body, in shape, well toned and really fuckable.” His hand went to his crotch and massaged the growing bulge in his boxers. “This is the piece of meat that’s gonna do it to ya too, pussyboy. You like being a pussyboy for a black stud like me?”
“Yes, Sir.” I replied.
“Yes sir, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir, I like being a black man’s pussyboy.”
He gave me another big grin as he listened to the words.
“I have never seen such a pussy slut like you. When you had my dick in your mouth and in your tight little pussy that was pure ecstasy on your face. Your white boy-cock all hard and throbbing tells me what I need to know now you’re nothing more than a pussy that I fuck. That ain’t ever gonna change.”
