Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 08:10:17 -0500
From: John Candu <too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com>
Subject: Special Endowments - Chapter 2

SPECIAL ENDOWMENTS-2

By John Candu

Usemann grabbed his softening shaft, milked a final pearl of cum from his
slit, and smeared it across my white face. Kneeling before him on the
carpet, I licked beneath his beefy head and tongued my way slowly down the
thick jet-black meatstick, lavishing attention on the veins as I trailed
down the pulsing organ until my cum-slick lips found his shaved balls. I
sucked a golf-ball sized nut into my mouth and loved on it, rolling it
around with my tongue. Then I snaked my tongue ever so gently between his
balls, alternately lifting and dropping his entire ballsack with the flat of
my tongue as I lapped the salty sweat from the bottom of his scrotum. I
continued to move my tongue wetly back and forth between his nuts while I
pumped his rod with my hand. Usemann stepped forward a little to accommodate
my hungry mouth. He lit a cigar and inhaled casually, as if I were doing
nothing more than shining his shoes. I put a hand on his muscular thigh and
moaned as I jacked his cock slowly, kissing and slobbering back and forth
from one nut to another. Just moments ago I had gulped down his huge load --
its taste was still on my tongue. Now Usemann was already getting hard
again.

"You love my cum, Boi? Let me hear you say it, White Boi. From now on your
name is White Boi, or simply Slave, at my whim and discretion. And not
`boy,' neither -- it's `Bo-ee!' Now, tell me, Boi, do you love the cum from
my chocolate meat, huh?  Say it!  Say how much you love to suck down my
cocksnot, Boi."

The light of day brought a much different reality than I enjoyed so
thoroughly last evening, when I came so hard I thought my balls were
shooting out through my cock, when I had offered myself as Usemann's sissy
cumslut slave.  But I had not anticipated his having a cruel streak. Had I
made a mistake? No -- my erect cock was saying I had made the correct
choice: to stay and train hard to please this man as a devoted sissy-slut.

"Speak up, Boi!" Usemann clubbed me across the face with the enormous cock.
Even soft it was big enough to hurt. God, I would probably have a black eye.

"I love your cum," I said.

WHOCK!

Again he clubbed me.

"Is that the best you can say about my royal cum that I pleasure you with?
Try again!"

"Master, I LIVE to suck down the cum from your royal cock. It is my food!"

"That's better, Boi. From now on, you continue in that respectful manner."

Usemann entered my mouth-hole and fucked slowly but forcefully, and deeper
and deeper, easing his meat down my virgin throat. I had never taken a cock
so deep. I retched and tried to pull away, but he forced my head to be still
as he fucked my face til he came. He slammed again and again into my
mouth-pussy, gushing spurt after thick spurt of man-juice directly into my
stomach.

After a short rest, Usemann directed me into the bathroom. He said we would
now commence my training as a toilet slave. He ordered me to hold his cock
and aim his stream of piss into the toilet, careful not to allow a single
drop of urine to hit the floor or rim of the bowl. I felt it would be easy
-- which was another mistaken idea. Holding such an enormous cock with one
hand -- a cock so large that, even soft, I could not get my fist around it
-- was quite difficult, especially when the big man's blast of high-pressure
piss suddenly rocketed through his urethra like it was a fire hose. His
tube-steak sprung to life with such force it almost slipped from my fingers
-- I can only compare it to the recoil of a fired pistol. A lifetime's
experience of pissing through my own dick was insufficient practice for
holding Usemann's. I watched helplessly as his urine splattered the rim and
seat before I could gain control. I had to bend over and grab hold of his
cock with both hands to steady the monster enough to hit the bowl dead
center.

Usemann was angry now. He stopped peeing. He slapped me sharply across the
cheek.

"You incompetent white trash! You are not worthy even to wipe my ass, which
you will not be doing if you can't learn to hold my cock!!  Down on your
knees, Boi! Face to consequences."

I again kneeled before him. Usemann aimed his cock at my face and let go a
torrent of piss. The strong, salty urine stung my eyes, and reflexively I
gasped and tried to turn away from the strong hot jet. Usemann grabbed a
fistful of my hair, held my face steady, and ordered me to open my mouth and
drink. I coughed and sputtered, swallowing great mouthfuls. He pissed for a
great while, and I thought I would surely drown before he finished. But
finish he did. And when I opened my eyes I saw a huge drop of piss hanging
from his slit.

"Clean it!"

I opened my mouth and tongued and sucked his head. He farted loudly and
withdrew.

"Now clean this up! This floor better be spotless before we go to the
meeting or you'll lick that up as well!"

By the time I finished and then showered and dressed Usemann was his old
self, the dignified college president. The special endowment committee would
meet in a conference room a couple of floors up in our hotel, so we had
plenty of time. Usemann avoided any mention of our personal escapades and
focused on the agenda. He asked for specific figures for his financial
presentation now and then, made a few notes and kept the conversation
businesslike. We rode the elevator up and made our way to the large
conference room where people were already gathering. Several black trustees,
and women that I presumed to be their wives, were socializing near the
entrance, and Usemann began working the room like a politician, shaking
hands, cracking jokes and whispering conspiratorially.

I had gone over the biographical profiles of each member, memorizing their
faces and pertinent information. Of the dozen, four were CPA's, two were
company presidents, and four others were independently wealthy. All of them
were 40 or younger. The room was filled with some of the nation's most
powerful black men.

The room was also full of VIP's I did not know, including a few lawyer-types
and assorted young black men I took to be student assistants. Though I was
the lone white face in the room, many of the dignitaries came over and made
me feel at ease. I accepted a cocktail and joined in the small talk.

By the time Usemann called the meeting to order I was feeling a little
woozy. I usually hold my liquor pretty well, but the room was definitely
spinning. I never suspected that my drink might have been spiked. The
endowment committee took seats at a couple of conference tables up front on
a platform. Then Usemann looked toward a group of young men standing near me
and said, "Please prepare our guest." Two of the men moved to my side and a
third approached and said, "Please come quietly."

We exited and entered an adjacent dressing room. One of my guards revealed
the role I was to play. I would pleasure every single person in that large
conference room. I reeled from the drugged cocktail, but I knew there were
easily 50 people there.

The young men preparing me for the ordeal stripped me and began lathering
and shaving my body. Whatever they put in the drink was making me
exceedingly compliant.

"You're fairly cute -- you're going to be a hit," one said with a grin.

The other said, "Yeah, the pretty ones like you always see a lot of action
-- you'll shit cum for a week. Hell, half of them will want you more than
once."

After the shaving, the black youths set to work dressing me. One applied my
makeup, another the costume, and another the wig. I would be wearing a
micro-miniskirt with no panties, a tank top and a platinum wig. I'd never
tried to walk in high heels, but they assured me they'd be there for
support. Due to the drug, my sense of time was out of whack. But after what
seemed to be a short time we returned to the conference room, where the
business portion of the meeting was coming to a close.

A woman at the door handed me another cocktail and said, "You can have all
these that you want, honey, and I advise you to drink up."  She reached
beneath my mini and fucked a finger back and forth briskly in my hole, now
well-dilated from Usemann's thick cock. "You're a hot little bitch, aren't
you."

Addressing the audience from the platform, Usemann said, "Ah, our lovely
guest returns right on time. Now, before we begin our festivities, let me
dispense with one last item of business, which is merely a formality. And
that is simply to inform you that our guest is here with us today with full
consent -- he has come willingly and eagerly into our fold and is asking to
join our proud family at one of the nation's foremost historic black
schools. Isn't that right, Mr. Rosebud?"

"Yesh," I said foggily. "Absho-fhucking-lootly."

The room erupted in laughter and applause. A few camera flashes popped
around me as people captured historic stills for the annals of the
institution.

"And although you've enjoyed some libation to put you at ease, you do have
your wits about you and understand that you are free to leave this
celebration at any time, am I correct?"

I nodded.

"And with that, let the party begin," said Usemann, removing his clothes.
Someone locked the conference room door and the entire roomful of people
began flinging clothing into heaps. Someone led me over to the platform,
which by then had been cleared of all but one small conference table. They
assisted me as I stepped up cautiously in high heels onto the riser.

A lithe young woman approached and spoke into a microphone for the entire
room to hear.

"Mr. Rosebud, our alumni chairman conveyed to me a very special gift for you
just a few moments ago," she said, indicating her cum-matted bush, "and now
I want to honor you by allowing you to work the flavor out of this for me."

She leaned back and sat on the edge of the conference table, facing the
audience, then scooted back just a bit, with her butt on the edge of the
table and propped back on her arms and spread her legs wide. Thick, white,
gelatinous globs of hot cum awaited me. So thick and fresh it appeared to
have been whipped in a blender. And I was very sure the blender was her
cunt. I sank to my knees and dove in, nose and all, and worked my tongue
deeply to scoop out the first tongue full of treasure.

"Oh, he KNOWS his BUSINESS," she said with a loud moan, which caused the
auditorium to detonate into loud peals of laughter and hoots. She grabbed my
hair and guided my face further into her gooey cunt, which was practically
steaming with fresh spunk that I somehow managed to even suck up into my
nostrils. From the mixed taste and volume of it, I estimated that more than
just the alumni chairman had contributed to my gift -- perhaps she had
entertained an entire alumni chapter. I sensed rather than saw the audience
gathering around us. I hugged her ass tightly as my tongue probed deeper and
deeper. I made a rude sucking, slurping noise like a redneck sucking the
marrow out of a greasy broiled pig bone. I felt the crowd press in tighter
and heard cameras clicking away. My tongue twirled round and round her clit,
bringing her off magnificently, causing her to go into an involuntary fit of
jiggling and snorting, and she clamped her thighs tightly around my head,
cutting of all sound as the muscular flesh covered my ears, then her shaking
subsided a moment and she relaxed only briefly, then she started over again,
all the while talking dirty, demanding that I suck her black pussy harder.
Just when I thought I had cleaned her out, I spotted a tendril of white goo
oozing from her shithole. I pressed my tongue into that dark nether region
and was rewarded with a sluice of man-juice. I fucked my tongue deeper and
deeper into her pit and stroked her clitty-button with a wet finger, setting
her off yet again, this time accompanied by a fit of ear-splitting shrieks
of pleasure.

I returned to her cunt and was sucking her clit between my teeth, flicking
her erect knob with my tongue, when someone entered my ass. Usemann had
stretched me so out of proportion the previous evening that I was loose and
ready. My ass-cunt swallowed the cock in one quick gulp, and I squeezed my
chute tight around the meatstick. More cameras captured the action. After
Usemann, this dick felt tiny, though I'm sure it was of better than average
size.

The lady on the table moved quickly out of the way -- she may have been
hurled off the table, for all I know, by people waiting to be serviced. Into
view came a man's ass and balls. My tongue darted between his black cheeks
as I furiously jacked his uncircumcised cock. The man in my ass came loudly,
pulled out and was replaced by another. The man in front of me turned around
and I devoured his nice, 8-inch cock, which had a nice chunk of ripened head
cheese waiting for me. He gushed into my mouth, humping my face so hard I
feared he'd break my nose before it was over. His loud commotion set off the
latest dick in my ass -- whose owner grabbed my hips and thrust home faster
and faster, practically howling as he went into spasms, spewing seed into my
bowels.

My lovely costume was a wreck. Someone shot a load across my face and into
the wig. My lipstick was long gone from the first few minutes of
cunt-sucking. Cum seemed to cover me head to chest, totally ruining the
makeup. Hands felt me up and tore at my blouse. I had hoped to save the
miniskirt, but some heathen just ripped it right off of my ass.

I have no idea how long I was there. I know I gulped load after load of cum,
threw up, drank some more of those delicious cocktails, then sucked down
much more cum. I had arrived before noon and left sometime that night -- I
remember opening my eyes and wondering where the sun went. Whether I was
fucked continuously or had the luxury of passing out and resting between
times, I cannot tell you. But I became a legend in the black community that
day. As a slave, I could truly say I was black owned and operated.

The last recollection of that day is of the woman who fucked her finger into
my ass as I entered the conference room. She was wearing a gigantic dildo
covered in knots and bumps. "I've got the last sloppy piece of this boi!"
she yelled as she banged away.

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