Interracial
Submission – Loving Black Master
By
D.O.
My
hands gripped Lavar’s buns tightly as I knelt before my Black Master,
his cock
sliding rapidly in and out between my glossy lips. I could tell he was
getting
close to nutting and I wanted nothing more than to bring my man to the
orgasm
he so desperately sought. I had already shot my own load into the lacy
panties
encasing my petite clit. I was wearing a sheer, pink lace peignoir with
the
aforementioned panties, in matching pink of course.
I
could taste the pre-cum on my tongue, but I still wasn’t done savoring
the
flavor of Master’s prick. I love the salty, briny, faintly unwashed
scent and
taste of Var when he comes to breed me. I heard him groaning as if his
cum were
close at hand and I moved quickly to pull my mouth off him and clamp my
fingers
around the base of his erection, staving off his jizz for the fourth
time in
this suck-off session. His big hands grabbed at my long silky hair and
tightened about the top of my head as he let out a moan of
disappointment. I
looked up at him with a big smile on my face as I ran my tongue
seductively all
over his low-hanging nut sack. The only thing Master Var likes better
than
cumming in my mouth (other than cumming in my asspussy) is cumming in
my mouth
after I have assisted him in holding off his impending orgasm for
several
minutes, thereby making it that much better for him. He blesses me with
a smug
smile, knowing the power he has over me, power that has turned me from
my
previous life as a normal, heterosexual 30-something man content to
have
vanilla sex with my then-girlfriend, into a submissive girlie-boy,
dressed in
lingerie and slobbering all over the relentlessly stiff maleness of my
new
Black Master.
Var
grunted again, as I continued my ministrations, laving his proud
manhood with
my warm saliva, letting it run down the shaft and drip upon his
lust-heated
balls. I took him into my mouth again, relishing the opportunity to use
my oral
skills to bring him pleasure. Soon my nose was buried in his thatch of
pubic
hair, as his cock snakes it’s way down my throat. I go down on him like
this
several times, loving the feel of his manliness invading my lips,
forcing my
jaws farther apart than I had ever thought possible. Each time up I
inhale
deeply the pungent aroma of his crotch before plunging back down on my
Black
God’s rigid flesh. I am enthralled with my own power that I hold over
him, able
to draw out the bliss for my lover, eliciting sighs and grunts of
absolute
rapture as he empties his nuts in his endearingly compliant pussy-boi.
On
the eighth time feeling my throat glide up and down his dick, Var
finally can’t
take any more and I recognize my queue to let him go. I quickly slide a
finger
up into his ass to push firmly on his prostate. I pull off my desired
ends, as
his asshole goes taut around my finger and I feel his knees go weak for
a
moment. He cries out with a deep-chested roar, like that of an ancient
warrior
claiming the spoils of war, and I immediately pull back so that his now
swollen
cockhead is lying flat on my tongue as he begins to discharge his
semen. I feel
the pisshole expand and then that first ejaculation. The opening
barrage is
remarkably immense, spraying across my licker with a consistency like
warm,
gooey mayonnaise, and I taste the brackish tang of my Black Master’s
breeding
sap. It is followed in rapid succession by the second, third, fourth,
fifth,
and sixth shots. Master is shouting out this whole time, calling me his
white
slut and his pussy-boi and telling me to make sure I swallow his jizz.
I always
do; it’s a white whore’s place to ingest her Black Master’s sweet
nectar and I
would never dream of wasting any of it. The only place for Master Var’s
sperm
is inside my mouth or my asspussy, or if Master prefers, sprayed all
over my
face or my buttocks when he’s done fucking me or whatever he decides is
most
demeaning to me.
In
the meantime, I had gotten hard again and fired another clittygasm, as
Var
calls them, into my tiny panties. I
always cum when I’m sucking off Black Master, but my pleasure is
inconsequential to our relationship; his satisfaction is the important
thing,
the only thing really and we are both 100% focused on getting to that
point for
Master Lavar. He has had to punish me numerous times when it appeared
that I
was worried about my own fulfillment instead of His. I always take the
punishment and promise to refocus totally on Black Master, as he
deserves and
demands. This time I barely noticed my own cum, so thoroughly was I
centered on
my man’s needs. Var was continuing to grunt loudly, trying to push the
last few
droplets of his gooey man seed through his distended pisshole, with his
girl
dutifully coaxing those same last precious dribbles from his aching,
spit
coated manhood. I drink of his essence as if a man dying of thirst in
the
desert, so unquenchable is my longing to have every part of him inside
my
body. I love my Black Master so very
much. I thank the gods every time I’m in his presence for sending him
aggressively
smashing to bits my formerly male being, for giving me the gift of
feminization
for his enjoyment and for allowing my total existence to revolve around
pleasing him and serving him as his obedient slaveboi.
He
is still erect as I pull away from him completely, at his command. I
fully
expect his arrogant black prick to shrink away after showing proof of
his
virility. I look longingly at that dark anaconda swaying seductively in
afterglow, shimmering with the residue of my oral slathering mixed with
his own
cum, the shaft appearing almost divine. And it is most assuredly,
heavenly.
Surely to a BBC worshiper such as I, it dwarfs my own white appendage
by
several inches of both length and circumference. I am nothing but a
Caucasian
worm, born to be ground under the boot heels of superior Black Masters.
I revel
in my identity as a bottom bitch for black studs, but still it is a
paradox for
me. I simultaneously hate myself for allowing things to get this far
but also
can’t stop the feelings of utter submissiveness that course through my
body and
soul whenever Black Master is near. I cannot stop my overwhelming love
for him
from consuming my every waking minute; I am powerless against his
irresistible
sexuality, his uber-dominant persona and his complete loathing for what
I am.
I
was shaken from my thoughts as Master Var instructed me to assume his
preferred
pose on the bed. I did as he bid but snuck a quick look at his cock
before
turning around. It was truly startling that he was still fully aroused,
just a
minute or two after a huge nut. I knew it had been several days since
we had
been together, but I was completely taken aback by the intensity of his
fervor
to dominate me. But Black Master is a true topman and now his
aggressive
instincts were taking over and he was going to take complete control of
the
proceedings from here on. I pushed my face into the pillows while
tilting my
shapely buttocks into Var’s direction. The gossamer negligee was
clinging to my
svelte form and I felt Master push it up my waist to get it out of the
way. A
second later my panties were torn off in one violent motion and I knew
then
that this would not be a gentle sexing, not that they ever were. Black
Master
was in the mood to fuck.
I
heard Var’s gruff voice, telling me how I was his good little girl and
how he was
going to fuck me hard. He instructed me to pull open my asspussy for
him and I
did so, peeling apart my smooth buns to reveal the bright pink rosette
hidden
between them. I was so ready for my master to take me and he knew it.
He
whispered to me how my ripeness turned him on so fucking much, while at
the
same time running the tips of his fingers lightly over that crinkled
pucker,
eliciting moans of fervent lust from the depths of my core. I was literally in heat, wanting my muscled
lover inside my asscunt so badly, even as the taste of his cum still
lingered
in my mouth. I needed to be bred by my strong, unflinching Black
Master, needed
to feel the scorching fuck-slime coating my rectum and making me
pregnant with
his black baby. I longed to arch my back into his unyielding,
inexhaustible
fuck strokes, surrender myself to his infinite sexual appetite. To
submit to
his vast understanding of how to bring his bottom bitches just to the
brink and
then forcibly hold off their cum and then when they were begging for
release,
the ecstasy would boil over sending them both into a sweaty, searing
and
utterly draining orgasm. My butthole would clutch around his greasy man
flesh,
clasping and gripping in a climax of rasping screams and guttural
grunts and
gasping bodies and a gaping crevice.
And
then, he was in me. One ferocious stab and rigid blackness was piercing
my
soft, yielding pink hole. I screamed out my love and my lust for Master
Lavar
as his cudgel sank into the blistering heat of my asspussy, fusing us
as one in
sexual rapture. I shrieked myself to a hoarse throat both from the
initial pain
of the rectal violation and from my crushing desire to have the man
that I
loved more than anything inside me, taking me, owning me. Lavar did
just that
as he began to lever his muscle-bound body in and out of my sucking
boipussy.
Black Master is a demanding top, expecting his bottom-boys to be
capable of
keeping up with his ravenous vitality. He’s spent countless arduous
hours
training my asscunt to pleasure his ample cock, and I put that
instruction to
good use now as I undulated the muscles in my guts to perfectly match
his
fuck-tempo. I loosened my grip as he pressed in and tightened up as he
pulled
back out again. I could tell from his grunts and groans that I was
pleasing him
and I beamed with pride as Master settled in behind me and twisted my
head
around so he could force a knee-weakening kiss upon me. His lips met
mine and
he practically devoured my mouth, pushing his tongue in deeply and
making clear
in no uncertain terms who possessed whom in our ballet of adoration and
domination.
The
sweat-soaked peignoir clung to my slim form; I always felt like such a
whore
when I dressed in the pretty, feminine lingerie that Black Master
required. The
gossamer, lacy barely-there nightie turned him into even more of a
furious
sex-brute, loving the idea of turning a straight white young man into a
girly-boi slut for black dick. Neither of us could have known when we
began our
affair those months ago, that our couplings would wind up being the
best sex we
ever had. Lavar had not been completely open to the idea when I had
first
approached him. But he soon saw what dedication I had to him and to the
role I
was born to play: his female. I sucked him and took his cock and did
things for
him that no real woman would ever do. And he soon came to appreciate my
lust,
my obedience, my surrender all directed at him.
Our fuck continued on, his
black inches filling my guts, wrenching it’s way through the soft,
pliant flesh
of my bowels. I arched into his strong thrusts, loving the roughness
with which
he was taking me, forcing me to submit to his iron will. My breathing
came in
small gasps, as I was squealing and mewling like a virgin schoolgirl,
the very
core of my being invaded by my thug lover. His unyielding horn of flesh
drilled
into me with a propelling force getting rapidly stronger by the second.
I could
feel the greasy knob destroying my sphincter, mashing into my prostate.
Our
bodies were fused as one at the point of penetration, and I felt as if
our
souls were also merging, becoming one with each other. I was so in love
with
him, so in love with submitting to his every demand that I found myself
crying
out of sheer bliss as Black Master rode me hard into the silk sheets
beneath
us. He was everything to me at that moment, his muscled flesh covering
mine,
his sweaty tang in my nostrils, the sweet, salty taste of him in my
mouth and
his aching, stiff manhood melding with my pussy. He was my everything
and I
cried out my love and devotion to him at the same instant I came in a
searing
second of ecstasy, my jizz firing into the mattress I was being pounded
into.
Lavar loudly groaned out an earth shattering orgasm of his own and I
felt that
final, brutal thrust and felt him bite down hard on the back of my neck
while
he grunted out his nut. I felt proof of his virility as he drenched my
intestines with his blistering hot man-sap. Blast after scalding blast
coated
my guts, making me pregnant with his thug seed. We were both still
gasping,
gulping down lungfuls of air as our climaxes hit and then slowly
subsided. I
could feel his slippery, sweat-soaked stomach and chest sticking to the
gossamer peignoir, still clinging to my slim figure. His erection was
beginning
to shrink, finally, as he started to pull himself out of my distended
rectum
with a loud squelching sound. My cunny was completely full of his
sperm, his
baby-juice. He rolled over onto his back on the bed beside me, still
breathing
hard, his chest rapidly rising and falling. I eyed his glistening
prick; now
limp but still much bigger than my little clit even when I’m aroused. I
knew it
would be likely that Black Master would want an encore performance
later that
night. I would be ready for him and I fingered some of the jizz
dripping from
my quim as I grabbed my butt plug from the nightstand and reinserted
it, making
certain to keep as much of Master’s sperm in me as possible. I licked
the
residue from my fingers and crawled into the crook of Lavar’s arm to
lie beside
him as his conquered female.
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just want
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short order,
the intense sexuality between the protagonists. I wasn’t really into
putting a
plot down on paper; I just wanted the Black Master and his White
Pussyboy to
get it on! So that’s what they did. Suck, fuck and cum. Simple as that.
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